My Way

And now, the end is near,
 And so I face the final curtain.
 My friends, 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 travelled 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.
 But 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, I did it my way!
 ah!
 I did it my way!
 Yes, it was my way.