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When Do I get to Sing "My Way" - Sparks

No

No use in lecturing them

Or in threatening them

They will just say who are you

Is that a question or not

And you see that the plot

Is predictable not new

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

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 feel like Sid vicious felt

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

Is my smiley face still on

Sign your name with an X

Mow the lawn

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 feel like Sid vicious felt

When do I get to sing my way

In heaven or hell

They'll introduce me hello hello

Women seduce me and champagne flows

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

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 feel like Sid vicious felt

When do I get to sing my way

In heaven or hell