I hate the Stones and I hate blues
Eddie Cochran and blue suede shoes
I hate the king I hate Chuck Berry
I hate Hooker I hate Leadbelly
Alright
I hate funk and I hate soul
Rhythm and blues and rock 'n' roll
I hate riffs and guitar licks
I hate coke and I hate spliffs
Alright
It's OK
I hate Otis and Marvin Gaye
Early Dylan Aretha hey
Spector's wall knock it down
Jerry Lee run him out of town
Alright
It's OK
There ain't a lot I can do about it though
Force-fed your so called heroes
Don't be told who to like
It's your choice it's your right
To choose who you listen to
It's your rock 'n' roll
You will find me
You will find me
In the middle
In the middle
In the middle
In the middle
In the middle of the road
In the middle of the road
In the middle of the road
In the middle of the road
I'm coming home baby
I'm coming home baby
I'm coming home baby
I'm coming home baby
In the middle of the road
In the middle of the road
In the middle of the road
In the middle of the road