“Regrets, I’ve had a fewBut then again too few to mentionI did what I had to doI saw it through without exemptionI planned each charted courseEach careful step along the bywayAnd more, much, much moreI did it my way Yes, there were times I’m sure you knewWhen I bit off more than I could chewBut through it all, when there was doubtI ate it up and spit it outI faced it all and I stood tall and did it my way For what is a man, what has he got?If not himself then he has naughtTo say the things he truly feelsAnd not the words of one who kneelsThe record…