My Way Songtext
von Frank Sinatra

What you got?
Okay, we′ll do it for you
We had something else, but we'll pull it out
We′d get the other one out
Your wish is my command
It's true
You wanna hear songs, if I know 'em, I′ll sing ′em

This, of course, was written by Paul Anka
The little Arab, he's only about that big
And orchestrated by the late Don Costa
And he was good to me in the time, the first time we recorded it

And now, the end is near
So I face the final curtain
My friend, I′ll make it clear
State my case, of which I am certain


I have lived a life that's full
I traveled 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
It was my way

What is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught
To say the things that he truly feels
And not the words of one who kneels

The record shows I took the blows
And did it my way
My way

Thank you very much
Oh, you're folks generous
Thank you