When Do I Get to Sing 'My Way'

	  		Dm						 F 
No, no use in lecturing them, or in threatening them 
          Am                Dm 
They will just say "who are you" 
                               F 
Is that a question or not, and you see that the plot 
      Am            Dm 
Is predictable, not new 
                                                C   
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  
   Am                     Em 
So when do I get to sing "My Way" 
Am                          Em 
When do I get to feel like Sinatra felt 
Am                     Em 
When do I get to sing "My Way" 
   Dm 
In heaven or hell 
Em                     Am 
When do I get to do it my way 
Em                    Am 
When do I get to feel like Sid Vicious felt 
Em                     Am 
When do I get to sing "My Way" 
   Dm 
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  
 
Chorus 
 
Em           Dm        Am           
They'll introduce me, "Hello, hello" 
Em      Dm          Am 
Women seduce me and champagne flows 
         Em                                     Am               
Then the lights go low, there's only one song I know  
 
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 
 
 
 
by: José Duarte 
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