Pretenders. Middle Of The Road. Zeneszám

Middle of the road
Is trying to find me
Well I'm standing in the middle of life
With my pains behind me

But, I got a smile
For everyone I meet
As long as you don't try dragging my bay
Or dropping the bomb on my street

Now just come on baby
Oh, get in the road
Oh, come on now
In the middle of the road, yeah

In the middle of the road
You see the darnedest 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

Oh, come on baby
Get in the road
Oh, 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

Well, I can't get from the cab to the curb
Without some little jerk on my back
And 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

Well, get in the road
Come on now
In the middle of the road, yeah, now