My Way sing and play along

And now the end is near,

and so I face the final curtain.

My friend, what I'll say it clear,

I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.

I've lived a life that's full,

I traveled each and ev'ry highway,

and more, much more than this,

I did it my way.

Re grets, 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,

and more, much more than this,

I did it my way.

Remy 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, 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.