Middle of the Road

Middle of the road Is trying to find me Well I'm standing in the middle of life With my pains behind me But, 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 just come on baby Oh, get in the road Oh, come on now In the middle of the road, yeah In the middle of the road You see the darnedest 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 don't mean a Hampstead nursery But 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, five, six In the middle of the road Is my private cul-de-sac Well, I can't get from the cab to the curb Without some little jerk on my back And don't hara*s me kid Can't you tell I'm going home? I'm tired as Hell I'm not the cat I used to be I've got a kid, I'm thirty-three baby Well, get in the road Come on now In the middle of the road, yeah, now