(Claude François/Jacques Revaux/Gilles Thibaut)
adaptation anglaise Paul Anka

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 by-way
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 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
"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.