| The middle of the road is trying to find me
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| I’m standing in the middle of life with my plans behind me
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| Well I got a smile for everyone I meet
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| As long as you don’t try dragging my bay
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| Or dropping the bomb on my street
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| Now come on baby
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| Get in the road
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| Oh come on now
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| In the middle of the road, yeah
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| In the middle of the road you see the darndest things
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| Like fat guys driving 'round in jeeps through the city
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| Wearing big diamond rings and silk suits
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| Past corrugated tin shacks full up with kids
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| Oh man I don’t mean a hampstead nursery
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| When you own a big chunk of the bloody third world
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| The babies just come with the scenery
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| Oh come on baby
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| Get in the road
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| Oh come on now
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| In the middle of the road, yeah
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| One… two… three… four…
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| The middle of the road is no private cul-de-sac
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| I can’t get from the cab to the curb
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| Without some little jerk on my back
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| Don’t harass me, can’t you tell
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| I’m going home, I’m tired as hell
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| I’m not the cat I used to be
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| I got a kid, I’m thirty-three
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| Baby, get in the road
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| Come on now
|
| In the middle of the road
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| Yeah
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| 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 thirty-three
|
| Baby, get in the road
|
| Come on now
|
| In the middle of the road
|
| Yeah |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Middle of the Road, artist - The Meters. Album song Fire On The Bayou, in the genre Фанк