Middle Of The Road

Middle of the road
Just trying to find me
I'm standing in the middle of life
With my plans behind me
I got a smile for everyone I meet
As long as you don't try dragging my bag
Or dropping a bomb on my street

Oh, come on, baby
I'm getting in the road
Come on now
In the middle of the road, yeah

In the middle of the road
You see the darndest things
Like fat cats driving 'round in jeeps through the city
Wearing big diamond rings and silk suits
There's corrugated tin shacks full up with kids
And man, I don't mean a Hampstead nursery
But when you own a big chunk of the bloody third world
The babies just come with the scenery

Oh, come on, baby
Mm, getting in the road
Come on now
In the middle of the road, yeah

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Middle of the road
Is no private cul-de-sac
I can't get from the cab to the curb
Without some little jerk on my back
Don't harass me, can't you tell?
I'm going home, I'm tired as hell
I'm not the kind I used to be
I got a kid, I'm 33, baby

Getting in the road
Come on now
In the middle of the road, yeah
Purr, meow