Lyrics:

(anka-revaux-francois-thibault-arr. s. jeffes)


And now, the end is near

And so I face the final curtain

You cunt, i'm not a queer

I'll state my case, of which i'm certain

I've lived a life that's full

And each and every highway

And yet, much more than this

I did it my way


And yes, i've had a few

But then again, too few to mention

But dig, what I have to fo

I'll see it through with no devotion

Of that, take care and just

Be careful along the highway

And more, much more than this

I did it my way


There were times, i'm sure you knew

When there was nothing fucking else to do

But through it all, when there was doubt

I shot it up or kicked it out

I fought the just as before

And did it my way


Knocked out in bed last night

I've had my fill, my share of looting

And now, the tears subside

I find it all so amusing

To think, I killed a cat

And may I say, oh no, not their way

But no, no, not me

I did it my way


For what is a brat, what has he got

When he finds out that he cannot

Say the things he truly thinks

But only the words, not what he feels

The record shows, i've got no clothes

And did it my way