Mejor que me apure

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.
As long as you don't try dragging my bay,
or dropping a bomb on my 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.

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-xxx baby.

Get in the road.
Come on now,
in the middle of the road.

(The Pretenders * Middle Of The Road)