F A#
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
C7
I feel like a fish not allowed any swimming
F
And it makes a fella mean
A#
To feel he's a part of the Lost Generation
F
I feel like a choo-choo that can't find the station
C7
I work like a dog with no recreation
F
They call me Mr. In-Between
A#
Got a hotrod Chevy with a twin carburetor
F
And I know a gal that's a real sharp tomater
C7
And she's got a Daddy with a Caddy that'll date 'er
F
You see what I mean
A#
Those sweet little things just set me a-drooling
F
I'm too big for sodas and I'm too old for schooling
C7
Too young for loving but I'm too old for fooling
F
They call me Mr. In-Between
A#
I feel like a sailboat kept in a bottle
F
I feel like an engineer that can't find the throttle
C7
I'm too small to walk but I'm too big to toddle
F
And Lordy I'm turning green
A#
To see all the men making time with the ladies
F
The high school kids at the show with their babies
C7
While I run around like a dog with the rabies
F
They call me Mr. In-Between