The Fresh Protégé of Ric Flair

Triple H

Now this is a story all about how,

My life got flipped- turned upside down and

I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there

I'll tell you how I ended up teaming with Ric Flair!

In… Greenwich, Connecticut, born and raised,

In the wrestling ring's where I spent most of my days

Using sledgehammers, cheating all cool and all,

Shooting some smart remarks outside of the school

When a couple of jobbers who were up to no good

Started making trouble in my neighborhood

I got in one little fight and my mom got scared

She said, "You're moving with to Charlotte with your dear old Ric Flair!"

I hopped and cheered with her the next day

'Cause dear old Ric Flair lives in Charlotte, hooray!

She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket

I put my brass knuckles on and said

"I might as well kick it!"

First class, damn this is bad!

Drinking protein drinks out of a champagne glass!

Is this what dear old Ric Flair living like?

Hmm… this might be alright!

But, wait, I hear they're petite, weak and all that

Is this the type of place that they should send this nose fat?

I don't think so… I'll see when I get there

I just can't wait to see dear old Ric Flair!

Well, uh…

The plane landed and when I got out,

There was a jabroni looking like a fan standing there with my name out

I ain't trying to get bombarded yet, I just got here!

I sprang with the quickness of Randy Orton and disappeared!

I whistled for a cab and when it came near

The license plate said "FIGHT!" and there were fists in the mirror!

If anything, I could say that this cab was rare

But I thought, "Nah, forget it"

"Yo, loser, to dear old Ric Flair's!"

I… pulled… up to the house about 7 or 8

I yelled to the cabby, "Yo loser, smell ya later!"

Looked at my domain, I was finally, there!

To sit by the side of dear Ric Flair!