Tipo de gaita: Diatônica
Tom: Eb
7 7 -7 -7 -6 -7 -7 -6 6 6
(Mis-ter In-Be-tween, Mis-ter In-Be-tween
-7 -7 -6 -6 -5 -6 -6 6 -3 4
Pick-in's migh-ty lean, Mis-ter In-Be-tween)
6 6 -6 -6 6 -6
Well, I'm too old for girls
-6 6 -6 -6 6 -6 -5
and I'm too young for wo-men
4 6 6 -5 6 6 -5 6 6 -5 6 5
I've looked all a-round and my hopes are a-dimm-in
3 -5 -5 5 -5 -5 5 -5 -5 5 -5 3
I feel like a fish not al-lowed an-y swim-min'
-4 -4 -4 -4 4 -4 5
And it makes a fel-la mean
6 -6 -6 6 -6 -6 6 -6 -6 6 -6 -5
To feel he's a part of the Lost Gen-er-a-tion
4 6 6 -5 6 6 -5 6 6 -5
I feel like a choo-choo that can't find the
6 -5
sta-tion
3 -5 -5 5 -5 -5 -5 -5 5 -5 3
I work like a dog with no rec-re-a-tion
3 6 -5 5 6 -3 -4 4
They call me Mis-ter In-Be-tween,
7 7 -7 -7 -6 -7 -7 -6 6 6
(Mis-ter In-Be-tween, Mis-ter In-Be-tween
-7 -7 -6 -6 -5 -6 -6 6 -3 4
makes a fel-low mean, Mis-ter In-Be-tween)
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 Mister In-Between,
(Mister In-Between, Mister In-Between
tries to live so clean Mister 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 Mister In-Between,
(Mister In-Between, Mister In-Between
better leave the scene, Mister In-Between)
