Well I'm too old for girls and I'm too young for women I've looked all around and my hopes are a-dimming I feel like a fish not allowed any swimming 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 Got a hotrod Chevy with a twin carburetor And I know a gal that's a real sharp tomater And she's got a Daddy with a that'll date 'er You see what I mean Those sweet little things just set me a-drooling I'm too big for sodas and I'm too old for schooling Too young for loving but I'm too old for fooling They call me Mr. In-Between I feel like a sailboat kept in a bottle I feel like an engineer that can't find the throttle I'm too small to walk but I'm too big to toddle And Lordy I'm turning green To see all the men making time with the ladies The high school kids at the show with their babies While I run around like a dog with the rabies They call me Mr. In-Between