Namath, Mantle and Me

Twisted my knee
When I jumped out of the pool
Felt just like a machete went through
Walked around for days with a gimpy knee
Joe Namath, Mickey Mantle and me
Joe Namath, Mickey Mantle and me

Namath at the end was a 49er
Mobile as a table in an all-night diner
Standing there waiting to be smashed again
Couldn't move at all by then

Mantle couldn't really ever really run
Since the World Series of '51
Nowadays, it's arthroscopic
Then get on with your life
They waited two years
Then cut him with a knife

I think I'm in pretty good company
Joe Namath, Mickey Mantle and me

Never shaved for money
Last time I checked
Never won me a Super Bowl with the Jets
I got no Triple Crown sitting on the shelf
But I think I do ok for myself
I'd race you to the house
If it wasn't for my knee

Joe Namath, Mickey Mantle and me
Joe Namath, Mickey Mantle and me
Joe Namath, Mickey Mantle and me



Credits
Writer(s): Dan Bern
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link