I’m in the centre, oh won’t you pick me up
I’m in the centre, oh please beam me up
I’m in the centre, oh won’t you pick me up, oh ooh

You can say what you want to
But I won’t do as I’m told to,
I’m up, all night thinking about nothing,
‘Cause there’s nothing to dream about
It ain’t easy living on poor part of town
It ain’t easy, it’s so hard
Oh it’s so hard

I’m in the centre, oh won’t you pick me up
I’m in the centre, oh please beam me up
I’m in the centre, oh won’t you pick me up, oh ooh

I’m 64 and I’m sitting on the couch watching ‘as the world turns’,
Oh I know there is nothing in this life I have done,
And put my heart into,
It ain’t easy living on poor part of town
It ain’t easy, it’s so hard

I try… I try… I try… I try…
I try… I try… I try…

I’m in the centre, oh won’t you pick me up
I’m in the centre, oh won't you beam me up
I’m in the centre, oh please pick me up, oh ooh
oh, oh, oh, oh ooh
oh, oh, oh, oh ooh
oh, oh, oh, oh ooh
oh, oh, oh, oh ooh