And now, me and this knee,
and so my face, love, and 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 travel
each and every highway.
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.
Regrets, I had a few,
but then again too few to mention.
I did what I had to do,
and saw it through without exception.
I planned each chartered 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 cried, 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
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