When Do I Get to Sing "My Way" Dm (xx0231@1) FNo, (133211@1)no use in lecturing them, or in threatening them Am (x02210@1) DmThey (xx0231@1)will just say "who are you" FIs (133211@1)that a question or not, and you see that the plot Am (x02210@1) DmIs (xx0231@1)predictable, not new C (x32010@1) 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: Am (x02210@1) EmSo (022000@1)when do I get to sing "My Way" Am (x02210@1) EmWhen (022000@1)do I get to feel like Sinatra felt Am (x02210@1) EmWhen (022000@1)do I get to sing "My Way" DmIn (xx0231@1)heaven or hell Em (022000@1) AmWhen (x02210@1)do I get to do it my way Em (022000@1) AmWhen (x02210@1)do I get to feel like Sid Vicious felt Em (022000@1) AmWhen (x02210@1)do I get to sing "My Way" DmIn (xx0231@1)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 (022000@1) Dm (xx0231@1) Am (x02210@1) They'll introduce me, "Hello, hello" Em (022000@1) Dm (xx0231@1) AmWomen (x02210@1)seduce me and champagne flows Em (022000@1) Am (x02210@1) 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: Jos? Duarte jtduarte1@gmail.com