Frank Sinatra - My Way

And now, the end is near,
And so I face the final curtain.
My friend, I’ll say it clear1,
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 chartered 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.

Yes, it was my way.