I remember Uncle Owen

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