In the middle of the road,
Is trying to find me
I'm standing in the middle of life with my pains behind me
But, I got a smile
For everyone I meet
Long as you don't try dragging my bay,
Or dropping a bomb on the street
Come on baby,
Get in the road
Come on now,
In the middle of the road, yeah
In the middle of the road,
You see the darnest 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
Come on baby,
Get in the road
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
I can't get from the cab to the curb,
Without some little jerk on my back,
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
Get in the road
Come on now,
In the middle of the road
"I've seen other alleged lyrics say things about carrying knives
And some other weapon, but I they're hearing "knives" for drivin' I
Imagine Hampstead is an upscale type school or town in England
'Hampstead is an area in London where this nursery school is'
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