The Pretenders Middle of the Road

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 33, baby

Get in the road
Come on now, in the
Middle of the road, yeah