D5                                     F5 
No, no use in lecturing them , or in threatening them 
          A5                D5 
They will just say "who are you" 
                               F5 
Is that a question or not, and you see that the plot 
      A5            D5 
Is predictable, not new 
                                                C5   
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  

Refr?o 
   A5                     E5 
So when do I get to sing "My Way" 
A5                          E5 
When do I get to feel like Sinatra felt 
A5                     E5 
When do I get to sing "My Way" 
   D5 
In heaven or hell 
E5                     A5 
When do I get to do it my way 
E5                    A5 
When do I get to feel like Sid Vicious felt 
E5                     A5 
When do I get to sing "My Way" 
   D5 
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 
E5           D5        A5           
They'll introduce me, "Hello, hello" 
E5      D5          A5 
Women seduce me and champagne flows 
         E5                                     A5               
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