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; 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, 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.