My Way

And now, the end is near;
And so I face the final curtain.
My friend, IŽll say it clear,
IŽll state my case, of which IŽm
certain.

IŽve lived a life thatŽs full.
IŽve traveled each and evŽry
highway;
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Regrets, IŽve 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,
But more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Yes, there were times, IŽm 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.

IŽve loved, IŽve laughed and cried.
IŽve 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,
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!