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 full, I've traveled each and every highway, and more. Much more than this, I did it my way. Regrets, I had a few, but then again, too few to mention. I did what I had to do, and so it drew, without exemption. I planned each charted course, each careful step, along the byway, 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 I threw it all, when there was stock, I ate it all, and spit it all. I faced it all, and I stood tall, and I did it my way. I've laughed, I laughed and cried, I've had my fill, my share of losing. And now, I still 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, to say the things he truly feels, and not the words of one who kneels. The record shows, I took the blows, and I did it my way. I did it my way. I did it my way.