And now, the end is near, and so I face the final curtain,
I lost my outboard tanks, my gun, my bombs, my wings, I'm certain.
I planned the mission well, I briefed to fly right down the highway,
I armed it up and pickled once, and did it my way.
Regrets, I have a few, they disapproved my last extension,
They've cast a jaundiced eye upon the need for my retention.
I flew the day before, I logged my time, not in a shy way,
I guess I should have logged much more, but I did it my way.
Yes there were times, I'm sure you knew,
When you were good, but I was too,
The scores come back, you had your doubt,
I'd won it all, I'd cleaned you out,
Today that's changed,
I missed the range,
But hit the highway.
I've loved, I've laughed and cried, I've had my fill, my share of losing,
And now they say I lied, but I don't care, it's so amusing.
My boss discussed the flight, each detailed step, along the byway,
And then he said, "Don't use your head, just do it my way."
But I've got to stand on my two feet,
So keep your kids off of the street.
I've got to fly, and fight, and sing,
To keep my cool and do my thing.
I'll cross the seas,
And kill the trees,
But I'll do it MY WAY.