Middle of the Road sing and play along

Ooh,

ooh,

ooh,

ooh. The middle of the road

is tryin' to find me.

I'm standin' in the middle of life with my plans behind me.

I got a smile

for ev'ryone I meet.

As long as you don't try draggin' my bay or droppin' the bomb on my street.

Now, come on, baby,

well, get in the road.

Oh, come on now,

in the middle of the road,

yeah.

Ooh,

ooh. In the middle of the road

you see the darndest things,

like fat guys driving 'round in jeeps through the city,

wearin' 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,

mmm, get in the road.

Oh, come on, now,

in the middle of the road,

yeah.

One

two

three

four

Ooh,

ooh,

Ooh,

ooh,

The middle of the road

is no private culdesac.

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 goin' home,

I'm tired as hell.

I'm not the cat I used to be;

I got a kid, I'm thirtythree.

Baby, well, get in the road.

Come on, now,

in the middle of the road,

yeah.