And now,
the end is near,
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'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've 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.
But now,
as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing.
Dear thing,
I did all that,
and may I say,
not in a sly 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 not.
Just say the
things he truly means,
and not the words
of one who kneels.
The record shows,
I took the blows, and did it my way.
I'm sure you've never heard the tabla on Sinatra before.