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I'm not the kind I used to be
I've got to get up thirty-three, baby.
or
I'm not the kind I used to be
I've got to get the third degree, baby.
I'm not the kind I used to be
I've got a kid, I'm thirty-three, baby!
I'm not the kind I used to be
I've got to get up early, see baby?
I'm not the kind I used to be
I got a kid, I'm 33, baby.
I'm standin' in the middle of life with my pains behind me
I'm standin' in the middle of life with my past behind me
I'm standing in the middle of life with my pants behind me.
I'm standing in the middle of life with my past behind me.
Editor's note: I have confirmed that the correct word is "past", not pants, plans, or pains. Besides, "past" makes most sense in context.
I'm standing in the middle of life with my pants behind me
I'm standing in the middle of life with my past behind me
I'm standing in the middle of the road
With my pains behind me.
I'm standing in the middle of the life
With my past behind me.
Standing in the middle of love
With my pants behind me.
Standing in the middle of life
With my past behind me.
With my hands behind me
With my past behind me
Dropping the bum on my street
Dropping the bomb on my street.
Get in the room
Get in the road
Actually, shouldn't it be "Get ON the road"?
I'm Standing in the middle of life with my pants behind me.
I'm standing in the middle of life with my past behind me.
I'm not the can I used to be
I'm not the kind I used to be
I'm not the girl I used to be
I got a kid
I'm thirty-three, baby
I'm not the kind I used to be
I've got a kid
I'm thirty-three, baby!
In the middle of the road
Kids say the darndest things
In the middle of the road
You see the darndest things
Like fat guys heavy mountain joops to the city
Like fat guys driving 'round in Jeeps through the city
Like frakka shakka rak and keys to the city
Like fat guys driving 'round in jeeps through the city