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