Transcribed by A.J.Delaney

Intro: F F7 F F7 F F7

F
She`s shopping for kicks, got the weekend to get through

Keeping the rain off her Saturday hairdo
    Bb
She stops for a coffee she smiles at the waiter

He winks at his friends and they laugh at her later

F
He`s cleaning his car on a pebbledash driveway

New chamois leather he got for his birthday
   Bb
He reads Harold Robbins he flirts with his neighbour

Ingores her at  breakfast he`s reading the paper

   Ab                                 G
He dreams of a roller she dreams of a fast getaway


Chorus:
           C
He`s not a prince he`s not a king
            Bb
She`s not a work of art or anything
            C
It makes no sense another year
             Bb
What kind of A to Z would get you here
             C                      F
He`s nothing special, she`s not too smart
           C                    F
He studies fashion, she studies art
            C                       F
I thought I told you right from the start
         Bb
You were just my imbetween

Just my Inbetween

You`re such an inbetweener


F
She went to the dream boys got tickets from Keith Prowse

She cancelled his lifelong subscription to Penthouse
    Bb
She goes round the corner she sees Harry Conway

She says to herself that she`ll leave him on Monday

    Ab                                 G
He dreams of a roller she dreams of a fast getaway


Chorus x2

Bb
Now it`s much to late to ask me where I`ve been

You were just my inbetweener


Transcription by Alan Delaney.