My Way
Frank Sinatra Nr.: 42
And now the end is hereAnd so I face that final curtainMy friend I'll make it clearI'll state my case, of which I'm certainI've lived a life that's fullI traveled each and every highwayAnd more, much more than thisI did it my way Regrets, I've had a fewBut then again too few to mentionI did what I had to doI saw it through without exemptionI planned each charted courseEach careful step along the bywayAnd more, much more than thisI did it my way Yes, there were times I'm sure you knewWhen I bit off more than I could chewBut through it all, when there was doubtI ate it up and spit it outI faced it all and I stood tall and did it my way For what is a man, what has he got?If not himself then he has naughtNot to say the things that he truly feelsAnd not the words of someone who kneelsLet the record shows I took all the blows and did it my way
