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.
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 chartered 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.
Oh no, 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.