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