Me and Jimmie Rodgers used to ride them rollin' box cars   In the summertime   And Jimmie he'd play his guitar    And I'd lay back and watch the stars and sip my wine.      And me and Audie Murphy used to crawl out on our bellies   Through the German lines   No Audie, I won't leave you here.   I'll pull you through   'Cause buddy you're a pal of mine.      Me and Phil Rizzuto didn't we move around like lightnin'   On the double play   And I'd look over in the stands, and Marilyn would see me   And she'd smile and wave.      Hell no, Coach Lombardi, this broken back ain't nothin'.   If the game was save   And fellas, if I don't pull through    Just put a little golden football   On my grave.      John Wayne he once said to me them Japs'll take the island   And we gotta save the ol' red white and blue   Someone's gotta swim out to the submarine and warn 'em   And, kid, you know I hate like hell to ask you to.      Me and Rocky Marciano used to spar together    Up in Stillman's gym   Knowin' someday it would be the Garden    And a championship   For me or him.      And Coop, if no one in this town is man enough to back you   When Frank Miller comes   Come high noon, I'll walk with you.    I may be young,   But I know how to use a gun.      Betty Grable, don't you cry. You know you can be a star   And with my drinkin', I'd just hold you back   Go on sign the contracts, hon, and I'll read about you in   Some old newspaper blown' 'cross some lonesome hobo camp.      'Cause me and Jimmie Rodgers we still ride them rollin' box cars   In the summertime   And Jimmie he play his guitar while I lay back    And watch the stars and sip my wine.      And me and Audie Murphy we still crawl out on our bellies   Through the German lines.   No, Audie, I won't leave you here.   I'll pull you through cause, buddy, you're a pal of mine.      Hey, Marilyn, come on over here and hold me close to you   And kiss me one last time.