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The middle of the road is no private cul-de-sac, past corrugated tin shacks full up with kids Middle, i can t get from the cab to the curb
as long as you don t try dragging my bay
In the middle of the road, oh come on baby, wearing big diamond rings and silk suits
Now come on baby, the babies just come with the scenery Pretenders, oh man i don t mean a hampstead nursery
I m not the cat i used to be, oh man i don t mean a hampstead nursery, get in the road
wearing big diamond rings and silk suits
in the middle of the road you see the darndest things
or dropping the bomb on my street
i can t get from the cab to the curb
Wearing big diamond rings and silk suits, i m not the cat i used to be
I m going home, without some little jerk on my back
Oh come on now, i m tired as hell, now come on baby
in the middle of the road
One two three four, in the middle of the road
Or dropping the bomb on my street, oh come on now
The middle of the road is trying to find me, the middle of the road is trying to find me
Oh come on baby, well i got a smile for everyone i meet, oh come on now
In the middle of the road, or dropping the bomb on my street, i m thirty-three
As long as you don t try dragging my bay, in the middle of the road, in the middle of the road you see the darndest things
In the middle of the road, the middle of the road is no private cul-de-sac
Don t harass me, in the middle of the road you see the darndest things
The babies just come with the scenery, oh come on now The, get in the road
get in the road
the babies just come with the scenery
Now come on baby, in the middle of the road Of, without some little jerk on my back
oh man i don t mean a hampstead nursery
Without some little jerk on my back, don t harass me Middle, can t you tell
As long as you don t try dragging my bay, in the middle of the road The, i m thirty-three
As long as you don t try dragging my bay, one two three four Pretenders, get in the road
I can t get from the cab to the curb, i m going home
Now come on baby, i m tired as hell
I m going home, don t harass me
i m not the cat i used to be
Get in the road, in the middle of the road Pretenders, like fat guys driving round in jeeps through the city
Past corrugated tin shacks full up with kids, i m standing in the middle of life with my plans behind me
In the middle of the road, i m standing in the middle of life with my plans behind me, the middle of the road is trying to find me
Or dropping the bomb on my street, one two three four
oh man i don t mean a hampstead nursery
I m standing in the middle of life with my plans behind me, as long as you don t try dragging my bay
Get in the road, wearing big diamond rings and silk suits, when you own a big chunk of the bloody third world