^AmiNo, no use in lecturing them, or in ^Cthreatening them, they will ^Gjust say "who are ^Amiyou" Is that a question or not, and you ^Csee that the plot is pre^Gdictable, not ^Fnew But you're still stunned at the things you will ^Gdo ^AmiNo, no use in taking their time or in ^Cwasting two dimes on a ^Gcall to God knows ^Amiwho When all you feel is the rain and it's ^Chard to be vain when no ^Gperson looks at ^Fyou So just be gracious and wait in the ^Gqueue ®: So ^Emiwhen do I get to sing ^Bmi"My Way", ^Emiwhen do I get to feel ^Bmilike Sinatra felt ^EmiWhen do I get to sing ^Bmi"My Way", in ^Amiheaven or hell ^{D Emi}When do I get to do it ^Bmimy way, ^Emiwhen do I get to feel ^Bmilike Sid Vicious felt ^EmiWhen do I get to sing ^Bmi"My Way", in ^Amiheaven or hell ^{D Ami}Yes, it's a tradition they say, like a ^Cbright Christmas Day and tra^Gditions must go ^Amion And though I say, yes I see, no I ^Creally don't see, is my ^Gsmiley face still ^Fon ? Sign your name with an X, mow the ^Glawn ®: ^EmiThey'll intro^Dmiduce me, "Hel^Amilo, hello" ^Emi Women se^Dmiduce me and ch^Amiampagne flows When the l^Emiights go low, there's only one song I know ^{Ami C Emi Ami}There, this home which once was serene, now is ^Chome to the screams and to ^Gflying plates and ^Amishoes But I have no souvenirs of these ^Ccrackerjack years, not a ^Gmoment I could ^Fchoose And not one offer that I could re^Gfuse