I Get Up Like A Rocket In A Hurricane
Then It's Off To Work Like A Runaway Train
Drivin' Them Nails, Draggin' My Tail
It Don't Take Much To Follow My Trail, Follow My Trail
Back And Forth In A Game Of Pickle
I Ain't Nothing But The Monkey In The Middle

Walking That Sideshow Tight Rope Making Ends Meet
That Organ Grinder Be In A Bind Without Me
In That Circus They Work Us Like A Bunch Of Borrowed Mules
But Everytime That Music Plays I Know What To Do

Every Friday Night At The Honky Tonk
Me And My Baby Make That Dive Jump
When Our Buckles Bump, I Tell You What
That Girl Is Packing Some Powerful Stuff, Powerful Stuff
And When We Get Home She Plays Me Like A Fiddle
Makin' Sweet Music With The Monkey In The Middle

Walking That Sideshow Tightrope, Makin' Ends Meet
That Organ Grinder Be In A Bind Without Me
In That Circus They Work Us Like A Bunch Of Borrowed Mules
But Everytime That Music Plays Sugar I Know What To Do

And Then.
I Get Up Like A Rocket In A Hurricane
Then It's Off To Work Like A Runaway Train
Drivin' Them Nails, Draggin' My Tail
It Don't Take Much To Follow My Trail, Follow My Trail
Back And Forth In A Game Of Pickle
I Ain't Nothing But The Monkey In The Middle