Because his story was aimed at me
 That was 1977
 And I was in grade three

 Since then, I got to thinking
 I really can't remember
 The last time I was the centre
 Of the target of pop culture

 You see, I'm slightly left of centre
 Of the bull's-eye you've created
 It's sad to know that if you hit me
 It's because you were not careful

 Yeah, I got the middle child blues
 I couldn't wear your platform shoes
 But now it's safe to go back in the water
 But I prefer Neptune's daughter

 My older brother's pushin' forty
 My kid sister's only nine
 Everything he knows is retro
 The only word she knows is mine

 You see, I'm just outside of nowhere
 But pretty soon, you'll be in my care
 And there are just so many of you
 But not enough like me to love you