My Way, Frank Sinatra
And now, the end is near,
And so I face the final curtain.
My friend, I'll make it clear;
I'll state my case of which I'm certain.
I've lived a life that's full -
I've travelled each and every highway.
And more, much more,
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,
I did it my way.
Yes, there were times, I guess 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 grew tall, faced it all
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.
The right 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.
Song Writers: Shawn Carter, Paul Anka, Claude Francois, Giles Thibaut
And so I face the final curtain.
My friend, I'll make it clear;
I'll state my case of which I'm certain.
I've lived a life that's full -
I've travelled each and every highway.
And more, much more,
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,
I did it my way.
Yes, there were times, I guess 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 grew tall, faced it all
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.
The right 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.
Song Writers: Shawn Carter, Paul Anka, Claude Francois, Giles Thibaut
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