And now, the end is near
And so I face the final curtain
You [bad word]  I’m not a [bad word] I’ll state my case of which I’m certain
I’ve lived my life that’s full
With each and every highway
Absurd, 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 withou exception
I’ve planned, in doubt, a cup
Been careful too, along the highway
And more, much more than this
I did it my way

There were times, I’m sure you know
When there was [bad word]  [bad word]  [bad word] else to do
But through it out, when there was doubt
I shook it up or kicked it out
I faced the wall and the war
And did it my way

I’ve loved, and been a snide
I’ve had my fill, my share of living
And now, the tears subside
I find it all so amusing
To think, I killed a cat
And may I say, not in the day way
Oh no, oh no not me
I did it my way

For what is a prat, what has he got? When he wears hats, and he cannot
Say the things he [bad word] feels
But only the words of the one who kneels
The record shows I took the blow
And did it my way