My Way

And now the end is near, 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 is full, I traveled each and every 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 love, I've laughed and cried, I've had my fill, my share of losing,

And now as tear 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.