My Way

My Way
Paul Anka

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's full,
I've 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 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.
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!