Paroles:
(anka-revaux-francois-thibault-arr s jeffes)
And now, the end is near
And so I face the final curtain
You cunt, i´m not a queer
I´ll state my case, of which i´m certain
I´ve lived a life that´s full
And each and every highway
And yet, much more than this
I did it my way
And yes, i´ve had a few
But then again, too few to mention
But dig, what I have to fo
I´ll see it through with no devotion
Of that, take care and just
Be careful 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 out
I fought the just as before
And did it my way
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
And now, the end is near
And so I face the final curtain
You cunt, i´m not a queer
I´ll state my case, of which i´m certain
I´ve lived a life that´s full
And each and every highway
And yet, much more than this
I did it my way
And yes, i´ve had a few
But then again, too few to mention
But dig, what I have to fo
I´ll see it through with no devotion
Of that, take care and just
Be careful 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 out
I fought the just as before
And did it my way
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
