Middle of the Road - Live
The middle of the road ... is trying to fine 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,
Well get in the road.
Oh, come on now,
In the middle of the road, yeah.
(Woo-hooa-a-woo-ooh!)
In the middle of the road ... you see the darnedest 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.
Now come on baby,
Mmmm, get in the road.
Oh, come on now,
In the middle of the road, ye-eah!
One ... Two ... Three ... Four ...
(Woo-hooa-a-woo-ooh!)
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, ye-eah!
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,
Well get in the road.
Oh, come on now,
In the middle of the road, yeah.
(Woo-hooa-a-woo-ooh!)
In the middle of the road ... you see the darnedest 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.
Now come on baby,
Mmmm, get in the road.
Oh, come on now,
In the middle of the road, ye-eah!
One ... Two ... Three ... Four ...
(Woo-hooa-a-woo-ooh!)
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, ye-eah!
Credits
Writer(s): Chrissie Hynde
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