And now, the end is near And so I face the final curtain, ha ha ha You cunt, I'm not a queer I'll state my case, of which I'm certain I've lived a life that's fool And 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 But dig, what I have to do I'll see it through with no devotion Of that, take care and just Be careful thought 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 nothing fucking else to do But through it all, when there was doubt I shot it up, or kicked it outI fought the war And did it my way I've knocked out in bed last night I've had my fill, my share of looting And now, the tears subside I find it all so amusing To think, I killed a cat And may I say, oh no, not their way "But no, no, not me" "I did it my way" For what is a brat, what has he got When he finds out that he cannot Say the things he truly thinks But only the words, not what he feels The record shows, I've got no clothes And did it my way
Compositores: Jacques Abel Jules Revaud, Claude Francois, Lucien Marie Antoine Thibaut (Thibaut Gilles) ECAD: Obra #24292295 Fonograma #3291456