E A
Well I'm too old for girls and I'm too young for women
E
I've looked all around and my hopes are a-dimming
B7
I feel like a fish not allowed any swimming
E
And it makes a fella mean
A
To feel he's a part of the Lost Generation
E
I feel like a choo-choo that can't find the station
B7
I work like a dog with no recreation
E
They call me Mr. In-Between
A
Got a hotrod Chevy with a twin carburetor
E
And I know a gal that's a real sharp tomater
B7
And she's got a Daddy with a Caddy that'll date 'er
E
You see what I mean
A
Those sweet little things just set me a-drooling
E
I'm too big for sodas and I'm too old for schooling
B7
Too young for loving but I'm too old for fooling
E
They call me Mr. In-Between
A
I feel like a sailboat kept in a bottle
E
I feel like an engineer that can't find the throttle
B7
I'm too small to walk but I'm too big to toddle
E
And Lordy I'm turning green
A
To see all the men making time with the ladies
E
The high school kids at the show with their babies
B7
While I run around like a dog with the rabies
E
They call me Mr. In-Between