(Revaux, Francois, Anka)

And now the end is near and so I face the final curtain
You cunt, I'm not a queer I'll state my case of which I'm certain
I've lived a life that's full and each and every highway
And yet, much more than this I did it my way
And yes, I've had a few but then again, to few to mention
But dig, what I have to feel I'll see it through with no devotion
Of that take care and just be careful along the highway
And more, much more than this I did it my way
There were times I'm sure you knew
When there was nothing fucking else to do
But through it all, when there was doubt
I shot it up or kicked it out
I fought the just as before and did it my way
Knocked out in bed last night
I've had my fill ooh my share of looting
And now the tears subside
I find it all so amusing
To think I killed a cat
And may I say oh no, not their way
But no, no, not me, I did it my way
For what is a brat, what has he got
When he finds out that he cannot say the things he truly feels
But only the words, not what he feels
The record shows, I've got no clothes and did it my way