Dick Haymes, Dick Todd and Como Frank Sinatra

I'll soon become a wreck
They're breathin' on my neck
Dick Haymes, Dick Todd, and Como

They're really coming fast
Who knows I may be passed
By Dick Haymes, Dick Todd, and Como

The fact that girlies scream
They say will cause me grief
But if they ever stop
I'll find that I'm back on relief
It'll mean the end of me
Good news for Tommy D
And Dick Haymes, Dick Todd, and Como

Why should it get their goat
Each time I bend a note
Dick Haymes, Dick Todd, and Como

At my pictures, they throw rocks
They're both at Twentieth Fox
Not Dick Todd, but Dick Haymes, and Como

They say that I need weight
I'm just a mass of joints
I'd like to put on weight
But where the heck can I get points
If at RKO I pout, they look at me and shout
"Dick Haymes, Dick Todd, and Como"