My Way
So this is what it's come to; a guest spot as a ratings booster on one of Vinny Mac's shows. Can't say I've fallen, but I sure miss being mightier than this.
But I'm not regretful; I had a..pretty long career, I guess. It could've been longer, but I guess things happen at the right time for the right reasons. Like my one-night stand with Rebecca that produced Cameron, my boy. Whom I worship.
Well, my career's long enough that it made Pauley suggest we call my autobiography: "The Life And Times of a Blond Bimbo." It didn't go over too well with me at the time.
And I've moved on, even though I spend the nights staring at my old belts. It's just time to move on and pass the torch, I guess.
Sometimes I wonder if I just should've been more careful. When I turn on the TV, I can see myself in the mix now, smacking Steve Austin across the back of his head with a steel chair. Steve Austin, a guy who's four years my junior, and who I find myself refering to as 'kid'.
It doesn't help that the Hardy kids refer to me as "Old man," even though they openly admit to me that they worship the ground I walk on. Whippersnappers.
I've got to admit that I have a sense of humor about the whole thing. Being the old man and all. Though it's depressing to realize that when I was Jeff Hardy's age, I was working in the AWA. Of course, when I was Jeff Hardy's age, he was a small child. I shudder at the thought.
Vince is good to me; I give him credit for that. In fact, most of the garbage that went on down the line between us was my fault. I should have watched my own ego (Did I just admit to having an ego?! Maybe it's time to check my pulse..). But he's kind enough to do favors for me, so I return them.
A hand clasps my shoulder, and I turn to the arms of my lover, who sits down beside me. "Ready to make the American public remember just who you are?"
I squeeze Paul's hand in gratitude; he's been there for me through everything, from my coke rehab through the custody battle with Rebecca, "Steph keeping an eye on him?"
"Steph and Shane. Shane's enamored of the idea of having a kid with his wife."
"And you let him sit for Cam the terrible?!" Paul was amused. I snickered.
"Well, the best experience is tough experience. That's what my dad says."
"Mr. Michaels?" An intern with a blunt haircut and sharp face peers into the green room, "You're wanted on the set."
She leaves us alone and he pecks me on the cheek, "Any regrets?"
I stand up and open the door, "Not a one." And I leave the room behind me.
I know one thing. is true.
I did it my way.
And now, the end is here
And so I face the final curtain
My friend, I'll say it clear
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain
I've lived a life that's full
I traveled each and ev'ry highway
And more, much more than this, I did it my way
Regrets, I've had a few
But then again, too few to mention
I did what I had to do and saw it through without
exemption
I planned each charted course, each careful step along
the byway
And more, much more than this, I did it my way
Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew
But through it all, when there was doubt
I ate it up and spit it out
I faced it all and I stood tall and did it my way
I've loved, I've laughed and cried
I've had my fill, my share of losing
And now, as tears subside, I find it all so amusing
To think I did all that
And may I say, not in a shy way,
"Oh, no, oh, no, not me, I did it my way"
For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught
To say the things he truly feels and not the words of
one who kneels
The record shows I took the blows and did it my way!