All my friends keep telling me to quit cursing on my tracks But I want to, so fuck you, this is my shit and that's that Anyway, what's the point in any of this if it isn't fun? I don't care 'bout the radio and I don't get number one's, P.S Let's be real please and just for once tell the truth Lately, nobody fucks with shit like I do Can I get another famous drummer Featuring somebody fucking lame? Recycling material, fuck it all that shit's the same Cos they don't got what I got, and I don't like to gloat But I guess it's like they say, you either got it or you don't Oh, and to the haters and labels all saying I can't be myself Well, fuck 'em I'ma do it My way, yeah, yeah I'ma do it my way Do it my way, do it My way, yeah, yeah I'ma do it my way Do it my way, yeah Don't got a Grammy or a fancy car Don't give a fuck, I'm gonna do it My way, yeah, yeah I'ma do it my way Wait I'm 'bout to get real about being in a band (what?) Playing to three people and then sleeping in the van (what?) My mom, she thinks it's glamorous but I'ma just say it You kill yourself to make a record and then nobody plays it If you spin this track twenty million times And maybe make a buck (ching) I can use that to buy my groceries, lucky I don't eat a lot As a kid, I thought I'd be famous and become a billionaire But maybe I'd be better off flipping burgers in the air Just marrying my girlfriend Living for the weekend Pop-out a kid Settle down and quit the band Nah Quitting ain't my style So fuck it I'ma do it My way, yeah, yeah I'ma do it my way Do it my way, do it My way, yeah, yeah I'ma do it my way Do it my way, yeah Don't got a Grammy or a fancy car Don't give a fuck, I'm gonna do it My way, yeah, yeah I'ma do it my way Kick it! Uh! Kiss this, mother fuckers! Uh! I'ma do it My way, yeah, yeah I'ma do it my way Do it my way, do it My way, yeah, yeah I'ma do it my way Do it my way, yeah Don't got a Grammy, just got my guitar Don't give a fuck, I'm gonna do it My way, yeah, yeah I'ma do it my way Oh! Thank you