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 traveled each and every highway
And more, much more than this, I did it my way...
Regrets, I've had a few
Regrets, I've had a few
But then again, too few to mention
I did what I had to do
I 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,
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 laughed and cried
I've loved, I laughed and cried
I 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?
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...
Yes, it was my way...
Yes, it was my way...
- Frank Sinatra -
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