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)