In the middle of the road you see the darnedest things
Like fat guys driving ‘round in jeeps through the city
Wearing big diamond rings and silk suits
Past corrugated tin shacks full up with kids
Oh man I don’t mean a Hampstead nursery
When you own a big chunk of the bloody third world
The babies just come with the scenery
In the middle of the road you see the darnedest things
I think Chrissy Hynde wrote this song. It sure sounds like she is talking about these kids, and the other third world kids that are being trafficked.