Lyrics:

I get up like a rocket in a hurricane

Then it's off to work like a runaway train

Drivin' them nails, draggin' my tail

It don't take much to follow my trail, follow my trail

Back and forth in a game of pickle

I ain't nothing but the monkey in the middle



Walking that sideshow tight rope making ends meet

That organ grinder be in a bind without me

In that circus they work us like a bunch of borrowed mules

But everytime that music plays I know what to do



Every Friday night at the honky tonk

Me and my baby make that dive jump

When our buckles bump, I tell you what

That girl is packing some powerful stuff, powerful stuff

And when we get home she plays me like a fiddle

Makin' sweet music with the monkey in the middle



Walking that sideshow tightrope, makin' ends meet

That organ grinder be in a bind without me

In that circus they work us like a bunch of borrowed mules

But everytime that music plays sugar I know what to do



And then.

I get up like a rocket in a hurricane

Then it's off to work like a runaway train

Drivin' them nails, draggin' my tail

It don't take much to follow my trail, follow my trail

Back and forth in a game of pickle

I ain't nothing but the monkey in the middle