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