Music: Paul Anka/Gilles Thibaut/Claude François/Jacques Revaux
You guessed it, folks
And now, the end is near
If you know the words, sing up, if you don't, shut up, it'll sound crap
The final curtain
My friends, I'll say it clear
And state my case, on which I'm certain
I've lived a life that's full
I've travelled each and every highway, come on
And more, everybody
Much more than this
I did it my way
Now, I couldn't finish the show without mentioning someone else here tonight
Share a lot of the same mannerisms as this person
People say I sing a bit like him too
He's made me who I am
All the good things, and a touch the bad
And I wouldn't be where I am without him
We haven't performed together for twenty-five years
But I've wanted to every day since
Please welcome to the stage, my dad
Thank you very much
What do you say, you? Shall we light 'em up?
Tell it like it is, Dad
Regrets, I've had a few
Me too
But then again, too few to mention
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption
I planned each chartered course
Each careful step along the byway
I'm sorry, Robert
I know, Dad
You always had it, you know
Now look at you, you're one of the gods
Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew
And 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
To say the things he truly feels
And not the words of one who kneels
Let the record show I took the blows
And did it my way
I did it my way