When Do I Get to Sing "My Way"
[Dm]No, no use in lecturing them, or in threatening t[F]hem
They will [Am]just say "who are [Dm]you"
Is that a question or not, and [F]you see that the plot
Is pre[Am]dictable, not [Dm]new
But you're still stunned at the things you will [C]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:
So [Am]when do I get to sing "[Em]My Way"
[Am]When do I get to feel like S[Em]inatra felt
[Am]When do I get to sing "[Em]My Way"
In [Dm]heaven or hell
[Em]When do I get to do it [Am]my way
[Em]When do I get to feel [Am]like Sid Vicious felt
[Em]When do I get to sing "[Am]My Way"
In [Dm]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]They'll intro[Dm]duce me, "[Am]Hello, hello"
[Em]Women se[Dm]duce me and [Am]champagne flows
Then the [Em]lights go low, there's only one song I [Am]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
[email protected]
[Dm]No, no use in lecturing them, or in threatening t[F]hem
They will [Am]just say "who are [Dm]you"
Is that a question or not, and [F]you see that the plot
Is pre[Am]dictable, not [Dm]new
But you're still stunned at the things you will [C]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:
So [Am]when do I get to sing "[Em]My Way"
[Am]When do I get to feel like S[Em]inatra felt
[Am]When do I get to sing "[Em]My Way"
In [Dm]heaven or hell
[Em]When do I get to do it [Am]my way
[Em]When do I get to feel [Am]like Sid Vicious felt
[Em]When do I get to sing "[Am]My Way"
In [Dm]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]They'll intro[Dm]duce me, "[Am]Hello, hello"
[Em]Women se[Dm]duce me and [Am]champagne flows
Then the [Em]lights go low, there's only one song I [Am]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
[email protected]
