When Do I Get to Sing 'My Way'

No, no use in lecturing them, or in threatening them

They will just say "who are you"

Is that a question or not, and you see that the plot

Is predictable, not new

But you're still stunned at the things you will do

No, no use in taking their time or in wasting two dimes

On a call to God knows who

When all you feel is the rain and it's hard to be vain

When no person looks at you

So just be gracious and wait in the queue

CHORUS:

So when do I get to sing "My Way"

When do I get to feel like Sinatra felt

When do I get to sing "My Way"

In heaven or hell

When do I get to do it my way

When do I get to feel like Sid Vicious felt

When do I get to sing "My Way"

In heaven or hell

Yes, it's a tradition they say, like a bright Christmas Day

And traditions must go on

And though I say, yes I see, no I really don't see

Is my smiley face still on?

Sign your name with an X, mow the lawn

They'll introduce me, "Hello, hello"

Women seduce me and champagne flows

Then the lights go low

There's only one song I know

CHORUS

There, this home which once was serene, now is home to the screams

And to flying plates and shoes

But I have no souvenirs of these crackerjack years

Not a moment I could choose

And not one offer that I could refuse

CHORUS