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When Do I Get to Sing "My Way" Lyrics
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
CHORUS:
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
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
They'll introduce me, "Hello, hello"
Women seduce me and champagne flows
Then the lights go low
There's only one song I know
CHORUS
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
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
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
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
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
Women seduce me and champagne flows
Then the lights go low
There's only one song I know
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
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Great song, and the lyrics are scarily ahead of their time. It could refer to the many thousands of wannabes who audition for Pop Idol/X-Factor
I always thought that this song was just another goofy Sparks song, about a man who is so desperate for fame and stardom, yet, the only song he actually knows is 'My Way.'
A wonderfully underrated piece, the first verses relate the nihilism of celebrity and modern life in general, the soi distant dismissiveness and contradictory signals of the guarded in crowd: "They will just say, "who are you?"" "And though I say, yes I see, no I really don't see." But what are the in crowd guarding against? What are they protecting? We assume there must be great rewards for sticking it out, for selling your soul "But I have no souvenirs of these crackerjack years Not a moment I could choose." So after all, you sell your soul,"you're still stunned at the things you will do", and if you're lucky you get to sing, "my way" but even then, "my way" may very well lead you down to hell, perhaps like Sinatra.