Call Me Mr. In-between

G Well, I'm too old for girls and I'm too young for women D I've looked all around and my hopes are a-dimmin' C I feel like a fish not allowed any swimmin' D And it makes a fella mean G To feel he's a part of the Lost Generation D I feel like a choo-choo that can't find the station C I work like a dog with no recreation D They call me Mr. In-Between G D C (Mr. In-Between, Mr. In-Between Pickin's mighty lean, Mr D . In-Between) G Got a hotrod Chevy with a twin carburetor D And I know a gal that's a real sharp tomater C And she's got a Daddy with a Caddy that'll date 'er D You see what I mean G Those sweet little things just set me a-droolin' D I'm too big for sodas and I'm too old for schoolin' C Too young for lovin' but I'm too old for foolin' D They call me Mr. In-Between G D C (Mr. In-Between, Mr. In-Between Pickin's mighty lean, Mr D . In-Between)