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'My Way' - Frank Sinatra
And now, the end is near,
And so I face the final curtain.
My friend, I'll say it clear,
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.
I've lived a life that's full,
I've traveled each and every highway,
But more, much more than this,
I did it my way.
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,
But 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.
But 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,
"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!
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'My Way' - Gary Glitter
And now, parole's near,
And the career's gone for a burton,
Now my hard drive's virus-checked,
I'll start afresh, of that I'm certain.
I've had my whole life ruined,
I've acted in a shady, sly way.
At least I'll tell them all:
"I did it my way."
Rug rats, I've had a few,
Followed by legal intervention.
These days, I'm fat and bald,
And almost ready for a pension.
Downloaded a lot of stuff,
Off the Information Superhighway,
I know that because of this,
The law came my way.
I have done time. (Which I'm sure you knew.)
My record's sick, indeed it's true.
Through it all, I'd pose and pout,
A little time, and then be out.
In shiny ten-inch high-heel boots,
- I did it my way.
I have done time inside,
For hundreds of child sex sites using,
Now I'm off, with my head low,
Hand-in-hand with a chum to Thailand, cruising.
To think that I was caught!
(In an about-to-undo-the-fly way.)
Each and every time, I did it my way.
What is a nonce? What has he got?
- A bit of cell-time, but not a lot.
The hunt, the chase... that I have missed,
A shame, I had use the wrist.
In a month or two, out anew,
- I did it my way!
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