MY WAY                                                           		  
(by C. François / P. Anka)

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...!