yes, there were times, i'm sure you knew
when i bit off more than i could chew
but 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
the record shows i took the blows and did it my way!
yes, it was my way.
--frank sinatra
