Did you see that man in the limousine |
With the pretty doll, he is fifty and the girl's only seventeen |
But she doesn't care, and she never will |
If he's ninety-five she don't give a damn |
Just as long as he pays the bill |
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Did you see that man with a fat cigar |
He just left his lovers with a belly full of lobster and caviar |
He can choose the wine from a vintage year |
He will drink champagne in his limousine |
Where the rest of the street can peer |
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'Cause he's the man in the middle, never second fiddle |
Just like a spider in a cobweb |
Hard as a hammer, not the kind of boss you double-cross |
'Cause he's the man in the middle, knows the way to diddle |
He's never bothered by his conscience |
Deals with the Devil, 'cause he wants to be |
Man in the middle, the middle, the middle |
In the middle (in the middle, in the middle...) |
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But you see that man made a big mistake |
Even though he's got all his servants and a mansion beside a lake |
And the money too, all that he can spend |
He can buy the most, nearly anything |
But he can't buy the lot, his friend |
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'Cause he's the man in the middle, never second fiddle |
Just like a spider in a cobweb |
Hard as a hammer, not the kind of boss you double-cross |
'Cause he's the man in the middle, knows the way to diddle |
He's never bothered by his conscience |
Deals with the Devil, 'cause he wants to be |
Man in the middle, the middle, the middle |
In the middle (in the middle, in the middle...) |
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