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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 [email protected]
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
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