And now, the end is near,
And so I face the final curtain.
My friends, I'll make it clear
I'll state my case of which I'm certain.

I've lived a life that's full -
travelled 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,
I 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 guess you knew,
When I bit off more than I could chew.
And with it all, when there was doubt,
I ate it up and spit it out.
I grew tall through it all 
And did it my way.

I've loved, laughed and cried,
I've had my fill, my share of losing.
But 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 -
No, 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 [bad word] 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.