My Way

And now the end is coming near

I'm about to reach the final curtain

All of my friends, let me make it real clear

I'm staking my claim of which I'm trying to be certain

I've lived, I've loved, I've lost

And I've traveled, the Lord only knows

How many, many, many, many highways

More, so much more than this

I did it my way

Regrets, regrets, I've had a few

But about regrets, I just won't mention

I did exactly what I thought I should do

Stood right there and saw it through without exemption

I planned each charted course

Each careful step along the byway

And more, so much more than this

I did it my way

What is a man? What has he got?

If not himself then he has not

To say the things he truly feels

And not the words of one who kneels, oh oh

Let the record show, let it show you took some blows

And did it your way

Ah, tell me, what is a man? Oh, hear me now, what has he got?

If he don't have himself, then let me leave you with it, he has not

Anytime he cannot say the things that he truly feels

And not the words of one who kneels

So let him find out

Let the record show, let it show you took some blows

And did it your way, oh your way