F# B
Well I'm too old for girls and I'm too young for women
F#
I've looked all around and my hopes are a-dimming
C#7
I feel like a fish not allowed any swimming
F#
And it makes a fella mean
B
To feel he's a part of the Lost Generation
F#
I feel like a choo-choo that can't find the station
C#7
I work like a dog with no recreation
F#
They call me Mr. In-Between
B
Got a hotrod Chevy with a twin carburetor
F#
And I know a gal that's a real sharp tomater
C#7
And she's got a Daddy with a Caddy that'll date 'er
F#
You see what I mean
B
Those sweet little things just set me a-drooling
F#
I'm too big for sodas and I'm too old for schooling
C#7
Too young for loving but I'm too old for fooling
F#
They call me Mr. In-Between
B
I feel like a sailboat kept in a bottle
F#
I feel like an engineer that can't find the throttle
C#7
I'm too small to walk but I'm too big to toddle
F#
And Lordy I'm turning green
B
To see all the men making time with the ladies
F#
The high school kids at the show with their babies
C#7
While I run around like a dog with the rabies
F#
They call me Mr. In-Between