My Way

And now the end is coming near I'm about to reach the final curtain All of my friends, let me make it real clear I'm staking my claim of which I'm trying to be certain I've lived, I've loved, I've lost And I've traveled, the Lord only knows How many, many, many, many highways More, so much more than this I did it my way Regrets, regrets, I've had a few But about regrets, I just won't mention I did exactly what I thought I should do Stood right there and saw it through without exemption I planned each charted course Each careful step along the byway And more, so much more than this I did it my way 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, oh oh Let the record show, let it show you took some blows And did it your way Ah, tell me, what is a man? Oh, hear me now, what has he got? If he don't have himself, then let me leave you with it, he has not Anytime he cannot say the things that he truly feels And not the words of one who kneels So let him find out Let the record show, let it show you took some blows And did it your way, oh your way