Call Me Mr. In - Between - Burl Ives

Well, I’m too old for girls and I’m too young for women

I’ve looked all around and my hopes are a-dimmin'

I feel like a fish not allowed any swimmin'

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

(Mr. In-Between, Mr. In-Between)

(Makes a fella mean, 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 Caddy that’ll date 'er

You see what I mean

Those sweet little things just set me a-droolin'

I’m too big for sodas and I’m too old for schoolin'

Too young for lovin' but I’m too old for foolin'

They call me Mr. In-Between

(Mr. In-Between, Mr. In-Between)

(Tries to live so clean, 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 turnin' green

To see all the men makin' 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

(Mr. In-Between, Mr. In-Between)

(Better leave the scene, Mr. In-Between)