Jitterbug Boy

Well, I'm a jitterbug boy,
By the shoe-shine
Resting on my laurels
And my Hardy's too.

Life of Riley on a swing shift,
Gears follow my drift.
Once upon a time
I was in show-biz too.

I've seen the Brooklyn Dodgers
Playing at Ebbets Field,
Seen the Kentucky Derby too.

It's fast women, slow horses;
I'm reliable source
And I'm holding up a lamp post,
If you want to know.

I've seen the Wabash Cannonball;
Buddy, I've done it all.

'Cause I've slept with the lions
And Marilyn Monroe,
Had breakfast in the eye of a hurricane.

Fought Rocky Marciano,
Played Minnesota Fats,
Burned hundred-dollar bills,
I've eaten Mulligan stew.

Got [bad word] with Louis Armstrong.
What's that old song?
I've taught Mickey Mantle
Everything, that he knows.

And so you ask me,
What I'm doing here,
Holding up a lamp post,
Flipping this quarter,
Trying to make up my mind.

And if it heads, I'll go to Tennessee
And tails I'll buy a drink.
If it lands on the edge,
I'll keep talking to you.