Lyrics:
the way
Drums and bugles blasting all though the day
Right wing left wing middle of the road
Side winder backswinger backlash whiplash
Race stockings red
The world's going 'round in a state of confusion.
Standing on an island
In the middle of the road.
Traffic either side of me,
Which way will I go?
I
the middle of the road.
We like to drive in convoys - we're most gregarious:
The big six-wheeler scarlet-painted London transport diesel-engined
Let's go!
I'm livin' like a ghost
In the middle of the suicide road
Nightmares but my eyes are not closed
S O S, I'm losing control
Living in
played
It's a hard knock situation when the accolades bestowed
On your every last creation cries out middle of the road
I don't care anymore about
Thought he heard a toy drum starting to beat
But he found it was just the rhythm of the reindeer feet
The reindeer boogied in the middle of the road
and a fightin' on a TV show
Lightin' blindin' in the middle of the road
Are you comin' in
Are you comin' in
I said come into the house of
Come into
a town
Daddy, how come you're never around?
I miss you, like everything now
Mama, leave the food on the stove
Leave your car in the middle of the road
And we all die in threes
I got a scene in the middle of the road
I'm gonna take my time
I shop online so I can bolt
At the speed of life
I'm like
on the weekends
Smoking dope and mowing lawns
And I hated all the new trends
Me and my friends sang
Woh-uh-oh-oh-oh
It's true, the middle of the road
know when the stars are aligned, you can
Bump into person in the middle of the road
Look into their eyes and you suddenly know
Rockin' in the dance
I was born in a trunk.
Mama died and my daddy got drunk.
Left me here to die alone
In the middle of Tobacco Road.
Growin' up rusty shack,
All
Want you to be my man
I hear it call
Sounds so sweet and plain
I got to go, baby
Because the road's my middle name
Well, it's hard enough
in it
Cryin' away those tears
And through the highs and the lows
One thing I really know
If you're feelin' broke down in the middle of the road
the freeway at midnight
Middle finger to road signs that tell me
I've gone too far, wanna laugh at
The blue lights that pass by
'Cause no handcuffs can hold
through a thoroughly soaked
Stupid looking white sort of
Male person's conservative
Kind of middle-of-the-road
Cotton undergarment!
Whoopee! And here comes
Stuck in the middle of the road
For better or worse we compromise
You may have won my hand, dear
But it was the consolation prize
That's when I knew
Middle child
Middle England
Middle class
Middle income
Middle aged
Middle manager
Middle brow
Middle finger
Middle of the road
Middle age spread
I was born in a dump
Mama died and my daddy got drunk
Left me here to die or grow
In the middle of Tobacco Road
Grew up in a rusty shack
All I
I was born in a bunk
Mama died and my daddy got drunk
Left me here to die or grow
In the middle of Tobacco Road
I grew up in a dusty shack
I was born in a bunk
My mama died and my daddy got drunk
Left me here to die or grow
In the middle of Tobacco Road
I grew up in a dusty shack
find my aging knees
Refuse to crawl among the thorns
At every step I watch my feet
They lead me to the middle road
Give me the highs
I'll take the lows
'em if you have to with a bow
Leave 'em proud and prominent
In the middle of the busiest road"
A stripper picked me up one night
Down
I was born in a trunk
Mama died and my daddy got drunk
Let me hear two dying crows
In the middle of tobacco road
Grew up in a rusty shack
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