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 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      Well, get in the road   Come on now   In the middle of the road, yeah, now