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And now, the end is near |
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And so I face the final curtain |
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My friend, I'll say it clear |
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I'll state my case, of which I'm certain |
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I've lived a life that's full |
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I've traveled each and ev'ry highway |
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And more, much more than this |
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I did it my way |
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Regrets, I've had a few |
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But then again, too few to mention |
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I did what I had to do |
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And saw it through without exemption |
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I planned each charted course |
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Each careful step along the byway |
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And more, much more than this |
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I did it my way |
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Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew |
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When I bit off more than I could chew |
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But through it all, when there was doubt |
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I ate it up and spit it out |
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I faced it all and I stood tall |
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And did it my way |
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I've loved, I've laughed and cried |
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I've had my fill, my share of losing |
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And now, as tears subside |
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I find it all so amusing |
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To think I did all that |
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And may I say, not in a shy way |
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Oh no, oh no not me |
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I did it my way |
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Oh what is a man, what has he got? |
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If not himself, then he has naught |
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To say the words he truly feels |
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And not the words of one who kneels |
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The record shows I took the blows |
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And did it my way |
