Man In The Middle
Did you see that man in the limousineWith the pretty blond, he is fifty and the girl's only seventeenBut she doesn't care, and she never willIf he's ninety-five she don't give a damnJust as long as he pays the bill
Did you see that man with a fat cigarHe just left his lunch with a belly full of lobster and caviarHe can choose the wine from a vintage yearHe will drink champagne in his limousineWhen the rest of us drink a beer
'Cause he's the man in the middle, never second fiddleJust like a spider in a cobwebHard as a hammer, not the kind of boss you double-cross'Cause he's the man in the middle, knows the way to diddleHe's never bothered by his conscienceDeals with the Devil, 'cause he wants to beMan in the middle, the middle, the middleIn the middle
But you see that man made a big mistakeEven though he's got all his servants and a mansion beside a lakeAnd the money too, all that he can spendHe can buy the most, nearly anythingBut he can't buy an honest friend
'Cause he's the man in the middle, never second fiddleJust like a spider in a cobwebHard as a hammer, not the kind of boss you double-cross'Cause he's the man in the middle, knows the way to diddleHe's never bothered by his conscienceDeals with the Devil, 'cause he wants to beMan in the middle, the middle, the middleIn the middle