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 womenI've looked all around and my hopes are a-dimmin'I feel like a fish not allowed any swimmin'And it makes a fella meanTo feel he's a part of the Lost GenerationI feel like a choo-choo that can't find the stationI work like a dog with no recreationThey call me Mr. In-Between(Mr. In-Between, Mr. In-Between)(Makes a fella mean, Mr. In-Between)Got a hotrod Chevy with a twin carburetorAnd I know a gal that's a real sharp tomaterAnd she's got a Daddy with a Caddy that'll date 'erYou see what I meanThose sweet little things just set me a-droolin'I'm too big for sodas and I'm too old for schoolin'Too young for lovin' but I'm too old for foolin'They call me Mr. In-Between(Mr. In-Between, Mr. In-Between)(Tries to live so clean, Mr. In-Between)I feel like a sailboat kept in a bottleI feel like an engineer that can't find the throttleI'm too small to walk but I'm too big to toddleAnd, Lordy, I'm turnin' greenTo see all the men makin' time with the ladiesThe high school kids at the show with their babiesWhile I run around like a dog with the rabiesThey call me Mr. In-Between(Mr. In-Between, Mr. In-Between)(Better leave the scene, Mr. In-Between)