Regrets, I've had a few;

But then again, too few to mention.

I did what I had to do

And saw it through 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.

And through it all, when there was doubt,

I ate it up and spat 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.

The record shows I took the blows -