In the middle of the road,
Is trying to find me.
Iīm standing in the middle of life with my pains behind me.
But, I got a smile
For everyone I meet.
Long as you donīt try dragging my bay,
Or dropping a bomb on the street.
Come on baby,
Get in the road.
Come on now,
In the middle of the road, yeah.
In the middle of the road,
You see the darnest things.
Like fat cats driving around in jeeps through the city,
Wearing big diamond rings and silk suits.
Past corrugated tin shacks holed up with kids and
Man I donīt mean a Hampstead nursery.
But when you own a big chunk of the bloody third world,
The babies just come with the scenery.
Come on baby,
Get in the road.
Come on now,
In the middle of the road, yeah.
One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six.
In the middle of the road,
Is my private cul de sac.
I canīt get from the cab to the curb,
Without some little jerk on my back,
Donīt harass me kid,
Canīt you tell Iīm going home, Iīm tired as hell,
Iīm not the cat I used to be,
Iīve got a kid, Iīm thirty-three baby.
Get in the road.
Come on now,
In the middle of the road
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