Well, I don't know why we fuss and we fight,
I got the feeling that we ain't so tight.
Two cuts per record do you think that is fair,
And I'm wondering why John and Paul don't care.
John to the left of me, Paul to the right,
Here I am, stuck in the middle what to do?

Yes, I'm stuck in the middle, what to do?,
Going solo that's what I should do.
It's so hard to keep this smile from my face,
Regain control, yeah, get out of this place.
John to the left of me, Paul to the right,
There I was, stuck in the middle, then I grew.

Well, I started off with nothing,
And proud My Sweet Lord's #1, I'm the man.
And ex-friends they all come crawlin',
Slap you on the back and say, "Please, please."

Trying to make my music that's all,
Whilst the other three are knocking at my door
Long gone are the days of the fab four,
I am George and I don't need them no anymore.
John to the left of me, Paul to the right,
Glad I'm not, stuck in the middle, are you?

Well, I started off with nothing,
And proud "My Sweet Lord went #1, I'm the man.
And ex-friends they all come crawlin',
Slap you on the back and say, "Please, please."

Well, I don't know why we fuss and we fight,
I got the feeling that we ain't so tight.
Two cuts per record do you think that is fair,
And I'm wondering why John and Paul don't care.
John to the left of me, Paul to the right,
Never again will I be, stuck in the middle, it's true?

I was, stuck in the middle, it's true
Stuck in the middle, it's true,
I was, stuck in the middle, were you?.