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
Regrets, I've had a few
But then again, too few to mention
I did, what I had to do,
I saw it through, without exemption
I planned, each chartered course
Each careful step 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 fuck, fuck, fuck all else to do
But through it all, when there was doubt
I chucked it up or kicked it out
I faced the wall, and the wall
And I did it my way
I've loved and been a snot
I've had my fill, my share of losing
And now, the tears subside
I find it all so amusing
To think, I killed a cat
And may I say, not in the die way
But no, oh no not me
I did it my way
For what is a brat, what has he got
When he wears hats, and he cannot
Say the things he truly feels
But only the words of one who kneels
The record shows, I shot the bloke
And did it my way