Originally Posted by stevem53

I fell, landed on my rear,
Grabbed a hold of the kitchen curtains.
My friends, I'll say it clear;
I'll state my case, my can is hurtin'

I've lived a life that's full -
I've travelled each and every highway.
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Regrets? I have a few,
Im broke again, just spent my pension.
I did what I had to do
And I crawled to the loo, without hesitation.
I planned each charted course -
And shuffle-stepped 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 grabbed one dish, and three flew
But through it all, when there was doubt,
I ate it up and spit it out.
I faced it all, and tried not to fall
And did it my way.

I've loved, I've laughed and cried,
I've had my fill - my share of losing.
But now, as tears subside,
I find it all so confusing.

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
Before he trips over his heels.
The record shows, I landed on my nose
And did it my way.

Yes, it was my way.