| Song | My Way(Jerry Capehart, Cochran) |
| Artist | The Who |
| Album | Odds & Sods (Original recording remastered) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Written:Paul Anka/Claude Francois Ravaux/Gilles Thibault | |
| 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; | |
| But 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, | |
| But 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, | |
| '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! |
| Written: Paul Anka Claude Francois Ravaux Gilles Thibault | |
| 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 | |
| But 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, | |
| But 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, | |
| ' 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! |
| Written: Paul Anka Claude Francois Ravaux Gilles Thibault | |
| 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 | |
| But 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, | |
| But 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, | |
| ' 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! |