C F
Well I'm too old for girls and I'm too young for women
C
I've looked all around and my hopes are a-dimming
G7
I feel like a fish not allowed any swimming
C
And it makes a fella mean
F
To feel he's a part of the Lost Generation
C
I feel like a choo-choo that can't find the station
G7
I work like a dog with no recreation
C
They call me Mr. In-Between
F
Got a hotrod Chevy with a twin carburetor
C
And I know a gal that's a real sharp tomater
G7
And she's got a Daddy with a Caddy that'll date 'er
C
You see what I mean
F
Those sweet little things just set me a-drooling
C
I'm too big for sodas and I'm too old for schooling
G7
Too young for loving but I'm too old for fooling
C
They call me Mr. In-Between
F
I feel like a sailboat kept in a bottle
C
I feel like an engineer that can't find the throttle
G7
I'm too small to walk but I'm too big to toddle
C
And Lordy I'm turning green
F
To see all the men making time with the ladies
C
The high school kids at the show with their babies
G7
While I run around like a dog with the rabies
C
They call me Mr. In-Between