My Way

And now, the end is near

ənd ˈnaʊ | ðiː ˈɛnd ˈɪz ˈnɪr

And so i face the final curtain

ənd ˈsoʊ ˈaɪ ˈfeɪs ðə ˈfaɪnɫ̩ ˈkʰɝʔn̩

My friend, I’ll say it clear

ˈmaɪ ˈfrɛnd | ˈaɪəɫ ˈseɪ ˈɪt ˈklɪr

I’ll state my case, of which I’m certain

ˈaɪəɫ ˈsteɪt ˈmaɪ ˈkʰeɪs | əv ˈwɪtʃ ˈaɪm ˈsɝʔn̩

I’ve lived a life that’s full

ˈaɪv ˈlɪvd ə ˈlaɪf ˈðæts ˈfʊɫ

I traveled each and every highway

ˈaɪ ˈtrævəɫd ˈitʃ ənd ˈɛvrɪ ˈhaɪˌweɪ

And more, much more than this

ənd ˈmɔr | ˈmʌtʃ ˈmɔr ˈðæn ˈðɪs

I did it my way

ˈaɪ ˈdɪd ˈɪt ˈmaɪ ˈweɪ

Regrets, I’ve had a few

rɪˈɡrɛts | ˈaɪv ˈhæd ə ˈfju

But then again, too few to mention

ˈbʌt ˈðɛn əˈɡɛn | ˈtʰu ˈfju ˈtʰu ˈmɛnʃən

I did what I had to do

ˈaɪ ˈdɪd ˈwɑt ˈaɪ ˈhæd ˈtʰu ˈdu

And saw it through without exemption

ənd ˈsɑ ˈɪt ˈθru wɪˈðaʊt ɪɡˈzɛmpʃən

I planned each charted course

ˈaɪ ˈplænd ˈitʃ ˈtʃɑrɾəd ˈkʰɔrs

Each careful step along the byway

ˈitʃ ˈkʰɛrfəɫ ˈstɛp əˈlɑŋ ðə ˈbaɪˌweɪ

And more, much more than this

ənd ˈmɔr | ˈmʌtʃ ˈmɔr ˈðæn ˈðɪs

I did it my way

ˈaɪ ˈdɪd ˈɪt ˈmaɪ ˈweɪ

Yes, there were times, I’m sure you knew

ˈjɛs | ˈðɛr ˈwɝ ˈtʰaɪmz | ˈaɪm ˈʃʊr ˈju ˈnu

When I bit off more than I could chew

ˈwɛn ˈaɪ ˈbɪt ˈɑf ˈmɔr ˈðæn ˈaɪ kəd ˈtʃu

But through it all, when there was doubt

ˈbʌt ˈθru ˈɪt ˈɑɫ | ˈwɛn ˈðɛr ˈwəz ˈdaʊt

I ate it up and spit it out

ˈaɪ ˈeɪt ˈɪt ˈʌp ənd ˈspɪt ˈɪt ˈaʊt

I faced it all and I stood tall

ˈaɪ ˈfeɪst ˈɪt ˈɑɫ ənd ˈaɪ ˈstʊd ˈtʰɑɫ

And did it my way

ənd ˈdɪd ˈɪt ˈmaɪ ˈweɪ

I’ve loved, I’ve laughed and cried

ˈaɪv ˈlʌvd | ˈaɪv ˈlæft ənd ˈkraɪd

I’ve had my fill, my share of losing

ˈaɪv ˈhæd ˈmaɪ ˈfɪɫ | ˈmaɪ ˈʃɛr əv ˈluzɪŋ

And now, as tears subside

ənd ˈnaʊ | ˈæz ˈtʰɛrz səbˈsaɪd

I find it all so amusing

ˈaɪ ˈfaɪnd ˈɪt ˈɑɫ ˈsoʊ əˈmjuzɪŋ

To think I did all that

ˈtʰu ˈθɪŋk ˈaɪ ˈdɪd ˈɑɫ ˈðæt

And may I say, not in a shy way

ənd ˈmeɪ ˈaɪ ˈseɪ | ˈnɑt ˈɪn ə ˈʃaɪ ˈweɪ

Oh no, oh no, not me

ˈoʊ ˈnoʊ | ˈoʊ ˈnoʊ | ˈnɑt ˈmi

I did it my way

ˈaɪ ˈdɪd ˈɪt ˈmaɪ ˈweɪ

For what is a man, what has he got

ˈfɔr ˈwɑt ˈɪz ə ˈmæn | ˈwɑt ˈhæz ˈhi ˈɡɑt

If not himself, then he has naught

ˈɪf ˈnɑt hɪmˈsɛɫf | ˈðɛn ˈhi ˈhæz ˈnɑt

To say the things, he truly feels

ˈtʰu ˈseɪ ðə ˈθɪŋz | ˈhi ˈtrulɪ ˈfiɫz

And not the words of one who kneels

ənd ˈnɑt ðə ˈwɝdz əv ˈwʌn ˈhu ˈniɫz

The record shows I took the blows

ðə ˈrɛkɚd ˈʃoʊz ˈaɪ ˈtʰʊk ðə ˈbloʊz

And did it my way

ənd ˈdɪd ˈɪt ˈmaɪ ˈweɪ

Yes, it was my way

ˈjɛs | ˈɪt ˈwəz ˈmaɪ ˈweɪ

And now, the end is near

ənd ˈnaʊ | ðiː ˈɛnd ˈɪz ˈnɪr

And so i face the final curtain

ənd ˈsoʊ ˈaɪ ˈfeɪs ðə ˈfaɪnɫ̩ ˈkʰɝʔn̩

My friend, I’ll say it clear

ˈmaɪ ˈfrɛnd | ˈaɪəɫ ˈseɪ ˈɪt ˈklɪr

I’ll state my case, of which I’m certain

ˈaɪəɫ ˈsteɪt ˈmaɪ ˈkʰeɪs | əv ˈwɪtʃ ˈaɪm ˈsɝʔn̩

I’ve lived a life that’s full

ˈaɪv ˈlɪvd ə ˈlaɪf ˈðæts ˈfʊɫ

I traveled each and every highway

ˈaɪ ˈtrævəɫd ˈitʃ ənd ˈɛvrɪ ˈhaɪˌweɪ

And more, much more than this

ənd ˈmɔr | ˈmʌtʃ ˈmɔr ˈðæn ˈðɪs

I did it my way

ˈaɪ ˈdɪd ˈɪt ˈmaɪ ˈweɪ

Regrets, I’ve had a few

rɪˈɡrɛts | ˈaɪv ˈhæd ə ˈfju

But then again, too few to mention

ˈbʌt ˈðɛn əˈɡɛn | ˈtʰu ˈfju ˈtʰu ˈmɛnʃən

I did what I had to do

ˈaɪ ˈdɪd ˈwɑt ˈaɪ ˈhæd ˈtʰu ˈdu

And saw it through without exemption

ənd ˈsɑ ˈɪt ˈθru wɪˈðaʊt ɪɡˈzɛmpʃən

I planned each charted course

ˈaɪ ˈplænd ˈitʃ ˈtʃɑrɾəd ˈkʰɔrs

Each careful step along the byway

ˈitʃ ˈkʰɛrfəɫ ˈstɛp əˈlɑŋ ðə ˈbaɪˌweɪ

And more, much more than this

ənd ˈmɔr | ˈmʌtʃ ˈmɔr ˈðæn ˈðɪs

I did it my way

ˈaɪ ˈdɪd ˈɪt ˈmaɪ ˈweɪ

Yes, there were times, I’m sure you knew

ˈjɛs | ˈðɛr ˈwɝ ˈtʰaɪmz | ˈaɪm ˈʃʊr ˈju ˈnu

When I bit off more than I could chew

ˈwɛn ˈaɪ ˈbɪt ˈɑf ˈmɔr ˈðæn ˈaɪ kəd ˈtʃu

But through it all, when there was doubt

ˈbʌt ˈθru ˈɪt ˈɑɫ | ˈwɛn ˈðɛr ˈwəz ˈdaʊt

I ate it up and spit it out

ˈaɪ ˈeɪt ˈɪt ˈʌp ənd ˈspɪt ˈɪt ˈaʊt

I faced it all and I stood tall

ˈaɪ ˈfeɪst ˈɪt ˈɑɫ ənd ˈaɪ ˈstʊd ˈtʰɑɫ

And did it my way

ənd ˈdɪd ˈɪt ˈmaɪ ˈweɪ

I’ve loved, I’ve laughed and cried

ˈaɪv ˈlʌvd | ˈaɪv ˈlæft ənd ˈkraɪd

I’ve had my fill, my share of losing

ˈaɪv ˈhæd ˈmaɪ ˈfɪɫ | ˈmaɪ ˈʃɛr əv ˈluzɪŋ

And now, as tears subside

ənd ˈnaʊ | ˈæz ˈtʰɛrz səbˈsaɪd

I find it all so amusing

ˈaɪ ˈfaɪnd ˈɪt ˈɑɫ ˈsoʊ əˈmjuzɪŋ

To think I did all that

ˈtʰu ˈθɪŋk ˈaɪ ˈdɪd ˈɑɫ ˈðæt

And may I say, not in a shy way

ənd ˈmeɪ ˈaɪ ˈseɪ | ˈnɑt ˈɪn ə ˈʃaɪ ˈweɪ

Oh no, oh no, not me

ˈoʊ ˈnoʊ | ˈoʊ ˈnoʊ | ˈnɑt ˈmi

I did it my way

ˈaɪ ˈdɪd ˈɪt ˈmaɪ ˈweɪ

For what is a man, what has he got

ˈfɔr ˈwɑt ˈɪz ə ˈmæn | ˈwɑt ˈhæz ˈhi ˈɡɑt

If not himself, then he has naught

ˈɪf ˈnɑt hɪmˈsɛɫf | ˈðɛn ˈhi ˈhæz ˈnɑt

To say the things, he truly feels

ˈtʰu ˈseɪ ðə ˈθɪŋz | ˈhi ˈtrulɪ ˈfiɫz

And not the words of one who kneels

ənd ˈnɑt ðə ˈwɝdz əv ˈwʌn ˈhu ˈniɫz

The record shows I took the blows

ðə ˈrɛkɚd ˈʃoʊz ˈaɪ ˈtʰʊk ðə ˈbloʊz

And did it my way

ənd ˈdɪd ˈɪt ˈmaɪ ˈweɪ

Yes, it was my way

ˈjɛs | ˈɪt ˈwəz ˈmaɪ ˈweɪ

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