Thank you very much
About a month and a half ago
I received the biggest kick in my career
I wrote a song for a new singer
His name was Frank Sinatra
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
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 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 know
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, Iaughed and cried
Had my fill, my share of losing
And now as the 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 not
To say all the things he truly feels
And not the words of one who kneels
The record shows I took the blows
But I did it my way