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 traveled ewach and every 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. I saw it through without exemption. I plan 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 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 sly way. Oh no, oh no not me, I did it my way.
Oh what is a man? What has he got? If not himself, then he has not. 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.