And now, the end is near
And so I face the final curtain (Ha ha ha!)
You cunt, I'm not a queer
I'll state my case, of which I'm certainI've lived a life that's full
And each and every highway
And much, much more than this
I did it my wayRegrets, I've had a few
But then again, too few to mention
But I did .. what I had to do
I'll see it through without devotionI planned, each chartered course
Be careful thought along the highway
And more, much more than this
I did it my wayThere were times, I'm sure you knew
When there was fuck, fuck fuck else to doBut through it all, when there was doubt
I shot it up, or kicked it out
I faced the wall .. and .. the wall
And did it my wayI've loved in bed last night
I've had my fill, my share of looting
And now, the tears subside
I find it all so amusingTo think, I killed a cat
And may I say .. not in the way
"But no, no, not me"
"I did it my way"For what is a brat, what has he got
When he wears hats that he cannot
Say the things he truly thinks
But only the words, not what he feelsThe record shows, I've got no clothes
And did it my way
Songwriters
PAUL ANKA, GILLES THIBAUT, CLAUDE FRANCOIS, JACQUES REVAUXPublished by
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