My way 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; And 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, And 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, "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! Yes, it was my way.
Writer(s): Paul Anka, Jacques Revaux, Gilles Thibault, Claude Francois