Middle Of The Road Lyrics - Fire On The Bayou - The Meters

Middle Of The Road Lyrics 

by Pretenders 

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 

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In the middle of the road you see the darndest things 

Like fat guys 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 hell 

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 

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 fat guys 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 hell 

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