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!
Yes, it was my way.