The middle of the road
is trying to find me
I'm standing in the middle
of life with my
plans behind me
Well I got a smile
for everyone I meet
As long as you don't
try dragging my bay
Or dropping the bomb
on my street
Now come on baby
Get in the road
Oh come on now
In the middle
of the road yeah
In the middle of the road
you see the darndest things
Like fakirs driving round
in jeeps through the city
Wearing big diamond rings
and silk suits
Past corrugated tin shacks
full up with kids
Oh man I don't mean
a Hampstead nursery
When you own a big chunk
of the bloody third world
The babies just come
with the scenery
Oh come on baby
Get in the road
Oh come on now
In the middle
of the road yeah
One
two
three
four
The 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 ****
I'm not the cat
I used to be
I got a kid
I'm thirty-three
Baby
get in the road
Come on now
In the middle of the road
Yeah