along the highway
And more, much more than this, I 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 ate it up and spit it out
I faced it all and I stood tall and did it
(my~) way~
I've loved, I've laughed and cried
I've had my fill, my share of losing
And 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,
"Oh, no, oh, no, not me, I did it my way"
For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught
The right 
to say the things he feels and not the words
of one who kneels
The record shows I took the blows and did
it
my~ way~!
