No, no, no, no use in lecturing them
Or in threatening them, they will just say who are you?
Is that a question or not? And you see that the doubt is predicted
Good, old, not new, but just a sign of the things you will do
No, no use in taking their time
Or in wasting two times on a call to God
No, when all you feel is the rain, and it's hard to retain
When no person looks at you, so just be gracious and wait till the cue
So when do I get to sing my way? When do I get to feel like Sinatra felt?
When do I get to sing my way? In heaven or hell?
So when do I get to do it my way? When do I get to feel like Sinatra felt?
When do I get to sing my way? In heaven or hell?
Yes, it's a tradition, they say, like a bright Christmas day
And traditions must go on
And though I say yes, I see, no, I really don't see
Is my smiley face still on?
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Sign your name with me
And the next move along
So when do I get to sing my way? When do I get to feel like Sinatra felt?
When do I get to sing my way? In heaven or hell?
So when do I get to do it my way? When do I get to feel like Sinatra felt?
When do I get to sing my way? In heaven or hell?

Then introduce me, hello, hello

Will then seduce me, and champagne flows
Then the lights go low
There's only one song I know
There's only one song I know



This home which once was serene, now is home to the screams
And her flyin' plates and shoes
But I have no souvenirs of these crackerjack ears
Not a moment I could choose
And not one offer that I could refuse
So when do I get to sing my way?
When do I get to feel like Sinatra felt?
When do I get to sing my way?
In heaven or hell?
So when do I get to do it my way?
When do I get to feel like Sinatra felt?
When do I get to sing my way?
In heaven or hell?
When do I get to feel like Sinatra felt?