Supertramp No Inbetween
So pardon me, boys
I'm gonna be late
I don't have the choice
I've got to get into shape
It's eight on the nose
And I gotta go
So pass me my coat
I've got to get to the show
Ain't got no feelin'
Ain't got no pain
Ain't got no reason
To try again
Don't need no finger
To point at me
Can't let it linger
I must get free
So send me away
'Cause I need a break
What more can I say?
There's just so much I can take
But don't be so sad
I'm feelin' alright
It won't be so bad
If I can get through tonight
It seemed so simple
Let's go out and have some fun
Someone to play to
We didn't know what we'd begun
Then as things grew
We really thought we had it made
But soon we all knew
That we'd be ending up like slaves
The simple fact is
There really ain't no inbetween
You're either up there
Or scurryin' round and lookin' lean
And when you're up there
They just can't wait to tear you down
Just like a treadmill
You find yourself goin' 'round
So pardon me, boys
I'm gonna be late
I don't have the choice
I've got to get into shape
So just one more time
Yeah, that is for sure
And then I'll be fine
Ah, but I've said it before
