My Way

	My Way
	Paul Anka
	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 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,
	and saw it through, without exemption.
	I planned, 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'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!