Man In The Middle Like an inventor He is a symbol of a new age He glides above the realms Of you and me He flows through your life And makes you feel quite small You may sit up in your chair He doesn't care at all
He's the man in the middle You can tell which way he lays He's the man in the middle And he realises And he realises And he realises Beauty pays
His gowns come from paris Occasionally from rome He can go anywhere Say back to his home He flows through your life And makes you feel quite small Flashing to the white collars Ha, he doesn't care at all
He's the man in the middle
You can tell which way he lays He's the man in the middle And he realises And he realises And he realises Beauty pays Please...
He's the man in the middle You can tell which way he lays He's the man in the middle And he realises And he realises And he realises Beauty pays
He's the man in the middle You can tell which way he lays He's the man in the middle And he realises And he realises And he realises Beauty pays Please...