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
When you see that the plot
Is predictably not new?
But she’s still stunned at things you will do
No, no use in taking their time
Or in wasting two dimes
Or the cult of that-knows-who
When all you feel is the rain
And it’s up to be rain
When the person looks at you
So, just be gracious and wait here with you
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?
So, when do I get to do it my way?
When do I get to do like Sid Vicious did?
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
It’s my story they still own
Sign your name with the next moan
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?
So, when do I get to do it my way?
When do I get to do like Sid Vicious did?
When do I get to sing, «My Way»?
In Heaven or Hell?
They introduce me
Hello, hello
Women seduce me
And champagne throws
Then the lights go low
There’s only one song I know, oh
Yeah, it’s old, which words were serene
Now it’s home to the screams
And to buying plans and shoes
But I have no souvenirs
Of these banker-cheque years
Not a moment I could choose
And not one offer that I could refuse
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?
So, when do I get to do it my way?
When do I get to do like Sid Vicious did?
When do I get to sing, «My Way»?
In Heaven or Hell?
Heaven or Hell?