Lets come on baby
And man, I don´t mean a Hampstead nursery
But when you own a big chunk of the bloody third world
Or dropping a bomb on my street
Get in the road
I got a smile for everyone I meet
(Ooh, ooh)
Don´t harass me, can´t you tell I´m going home?
In the middle of the road, yeah
I´m standing in the middle of life with my pains behind me
Without some little jerk on my back
Oh come on now
Get in the road
Lets come on baby
Like fat cats driving around in jeeps through the city
Past corrugated tin shacks holed up with kids
(Ooh, ooh)
The babies just come with the scenery
In the middle of the road, yeah
I can´t get from the cab on to the curb
Mmm, get in the road
I got a kid at thirty three, baby
(Ooh, ooh)
(Ooh, ooh)
The middle of the road you see the darndest things
Songwriter: Chrissie Hynde
Middle of the road is trying to find me
Come on now
Wearing big diamond rings and silk suits
I´m not the cat I used to be
The middle of the road is my private cul-de-sac
Trrr
As long as you don´t try dragging my bay
Oh come on now
(Ooh, ooh)
I´m tired as Hell
(Ooh, ooh)
In the middle of the road, yeah
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Publisher: EMI MUSIC PUB. LTD.