C        F 
Well I'm too old for girls and I'm too young for women 

     C 
I've looked all around and my hopes are a-dimming 

  G7 
I feel like a fish not allowed any swimming 

                     C 
And it makes a fella mean 


   F 
To feel he's a part of the Lost Generation 

  C 
I feel like a choo-choo that can't find the station 

  G7 
I work like a dog with no recreation 

                    C 
They call me Mr. In-Between 


      F 
Got a hotrod Chevy with a twin carburetor 

    C 
And I know a gal that's a real sharp tomater 

    G7 
And she's got a Daddy with a Caddy that'll date 'er 

               C 
You see what I mean 


      F 
Those sweet little things just set me a-drooling 

    C 
I'm too big for sodas and I'm too old for schooling 

G7 
Too young for loving but I'm too old for fooling 

                    C 
They call me Mr. In-Between 


  F 
I feel like a sailboat kept in a bottle 

  C 
I feel like an engineer that can't find the throttle 

    G7 
I'm too small to walk but I'm too big to toddle 

                      C 
And Lordy I'm turning green 

   
   F 
To see all the men making time with the ladies 

    C 
The high school kids at the show with their babies 

      G7 
While I run around like a dog with the rabies 

                    C 
They call me Mr. In-Between