My Way (Comme D'Habitude)

(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.