Middle Of The Road
Composer(s): Chrissie Hynde
Performer(s): Pretenders
and various other artists



In the middle of the road
Is trying to find me
I'm standing in the middle of life with my pains behind me

But, I got a smile
For everyone I meet
Long as you don't try dragging my bay
Or dropping a bomb on the street

Come on baby
Get in the road
Come on now
In the middle of the road, yeah

In the middle of the road
You see the darnest 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

Come on baby
Get in the road
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
I can't get from the cab to the curb
Without some little jerk on my back
Don't harass 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
Get in the road
Come on now
In the middle of the road