Man In The Middle

Did you see that man in the limousine?
With the pretty girl, 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
Did you see that man with a fat cigar?
He just left his lunch with a belly full of lobster and caviar
He can choose the wine from a vintage year
He will drink champagne in his limousine
While the rest of us drink a beer
'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…
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 an honest friend
'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…