My Way

And now the end is coming near
 I'm about to reach the final curtain
 All of my friends, let me make it real clear
 I'm staking my claim of which I'm trying to be certain
 I've lived, I've loved, I've lost
 And I've traveled, the Lord only knows
 How many, many, many, many highways
 More, so much more than this
 I did it my way
 Regrets, regrets, I've had a few
 But about regrets, I just won't mention
 I did exactly what I thought I should do
 Stood right there and saw it through without exemption
 I planned each charted course
 Each careful step along the byway
 And more, so much more than this
 I did it my way
 What is a man? What has he got?
 If not himself then he has not
 To say the things he truly feels
 And not the words of one who kneels, oh oh
 Let the record show, let it show you took some blows
 And did it your way
 Ah, tell me, what is a man? Oh, hear me now, what has he got?
 If he don't have himself, then let me leave you with it, he has not
 Anytime he cannot say the things that he truly feels
 And not the words of one who kneels
 So let him find out
 Let the record show, let it show you took some blows
 And did it your way, oh your way