My Way

Writer(s): Paul Anka / Jacques Revaux / Claude Francois / Gilles Thibault

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 ev’ry highway;
But 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,
But 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,
“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!

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