Lyrics:

(Mr. In-Between, Mr. In-Between)
(Pickin's mighty lean, Mr. In-Between)

Well, I'm too old for girls and I'm too young for women
I've looked all around and my hopes are a-dimmin'
I feel like a fish not allowed any swimmin'
And it makes a fella mean

To feel he's a part of the Lost Generation
I feel like a choo-choo that can't find the station
I work like a dog with no recreation
They call me Mr. In-Between

(Mr. In-Between, Mr. In-Between)
(Makes a fella mean, Mr. In-Between)

Got a hotrod Chevy with the twin carburetor
And I know a gal that's a real sharp tomater
And she's got a Daddy with a Caddy that'll date 'er
You see what I mean