Who do you think I am,
An old has-been,
Whose victories are in the past?
I accept my glory days are over,
But boy, they were a blast.
But I’m not yet ready to surrender,
And let you kick me up the ass.

You may think I’ve shot my bolt,
And ready to blow the gaff,
But you must be kidding,
Having a giraffe,
If you think I’m leaving,
After all that hard graft.

Yes, you’ve nearly worn me out,
Almost wore me down,
Now you think you are showing me the door,
But do you imagine I’ll sit here,
And let you kick me more,
You will never beat me,
Even when I hit the floor?

Down and out I maybe,
Yet not out for the count,
Hasta la vista, baby,
A hero, maybe,
I’ll keep coming back for more…