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 crap. full.
I'veI travelled each and ev'ry alley highway
ButAnd more, much more than this,
I bust did it my way.

Regrets, I've had a lot few
But then again, too many few to mention.
I did what I ought not had to do
And saw it collapse through without intention. exemption.

I planned each charted course
Each careful step along the cry-way, byway,
ButAnd more, much more than this,
I broke 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 hated ate it up and spat hate spit it out
I ran from faced it all and shrank down small I stood tall
And wrecked did it my way.

I've feared, loved, I've hurt laughed and cried.
I've had more than my fill, my share of losing.
And now, as tears cascade, subside,
I find it not at all so amusing.

To think I did all that
And may I say - not in a shy way,
"No,"Oh no, oh no not me,
I screwed did it my way".

For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught. naught
To hurl abuse however say the things he truly feels
The nastyAnd not the words of one who sqeals. kneels.
The record shows I dealt took the blows
And smashed did it my way!