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And now, the end is near; |
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And so I face the final curtain. |
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My friend, Ill say it clear, |
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I'll state my case, of which I'm certain. |
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I've lived a life that's full. |
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I've traveled each and ev'ry highway; |
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And more, much more than this, |
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I did it my way. |
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Regrets, Ive had a few; |
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But then again, too few to mention. |
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I did what I had to do |
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And saw it through without exemption. |
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I planned each charted course; |
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Each careful step along the byway, |
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But more, much more than this, |
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I did it my way. |
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Yes, there were times, Im sure you knew |
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When I bit off more than I could chew. |
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But through it all, when there was doubt, |
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I ate it up and spit it out. |
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I faced it all and I stood tall; |
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And did it my way. |
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I've loved, I've laughed and cried. |
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I've had my fill; my share of losing. |
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And now, as tears subside, |
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I find it all so amusing. |
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To think I did all that; |
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And may I say - not in a shy way, |
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No, oh no not me, |
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I did it my way. |
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For what is a woman, what has she got? |
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If not herself, then she has naught. |
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To say the things she truly feels; |
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And not the words of one who kneels. |
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The record shows I took the blows - |
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And did it my way! |
