[00:00.00] 作词 : Gilles Thibault
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Claude François/Jacques Revaux
[00:20.19]And now, the end is near
[00:25.31]And so I face the final curtain
[00:31.95]You cunt, I'm not a queer
[00:37.02]I'll state my case, of which I'm certain
[00:43.66]I've lived a life that's full
[00:49.86]And each and every highway
[00:55.36]And yet, much more than this
[01:00.53]I did it my way
[01:12.83]Regrets. I've had a few
[01:17.69]But then again, too few to mention.
[01:23.73]But dig, what I have to do
[01:28.70]I'll see it through with no devotion
[01:34.77]Of that, take care and just
[01:39.45]Be careful along the highway
[01:45.56]And more, much more than this
[01:50.26]I did it my way
[01:56.29]There were times,
[01:58.66]I′m sure you knew
[02:01.25]When there was but but
[02:03.62]******* else to do
[02:06.48]But through it all,
[02:09.56]When there was doubt
[02:12.30]I shot it up or kicked it out
[02:17.53]I faced the wall, and the wall
[02:23.08]And did it my way.
[02:29.34]Knocked out in bed last night
[02:33.91]I′ve had my fill, my share of looting
[02:39.78]And now, the tears subside
[02:44.59]I find it all so amusing
[02:55.16]To think, I killed a cat
[02:55.84]And may I say, oh no, not their way
[03:00.87]But no, oh no, not me
[03:05.63]I did it my way
[03:11.07]For what is a brat,
[03:13.85]What has he got
[03:16.35]When he finds out that he cannot
[03:22.33]Say the things he truly thinks
[03:27.40]But only the words,
[03:30.66]Not what he feels
[03:33.07]The record shows,
[03:35.46]I′ve got no clothes
[03:38.18]And did it my way

作词 : Gilles Thibault
作曲 : Claude François/Jacques Revaux
And now, the end is near
And so I face the final curtain
You cunt, I'm not a queer
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain
I've lived a life that's full
And each and every highway
And yet, much more than this
I did it my way
Regrets. I've had a few
But then again, too few to mention.
But dig, what I have to do
I'll see it through with no devotion
Of that, take care and just
Be careful along the highway
And more, much more than this
I did it my way
There were times,
I′m sure you knew
When there was but but
******* else to do
But through it all,
When there was doubt
I shot it up or kicked it out
I faced the wall, and the wall
And did it my way.
Knocked out in bed last night
I′ve had my fill, my share of looting
And now, the tears subside
I find it all so amusing
To think, I killed a cat
And may I say, oh no, not their way
But no, oh no, not me
I did it my way
For what is a brat,
What has he got
When he finds out that he cannot
Say the things he truly thinks
But only the words,
Not what he feels
The record shows,
I′ve got no clothes
And did it my way