Sparks - When Do I Get to Sing ‘My Way' lyrics
[Sparks - 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
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
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
They'll introduce me, "Hello, hello"
Women seduce me and champagne flows
Then the lights go low
There's only one song I know
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 cracker-jack years
Not a moment I could choose
And not one offer that I could refuse
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
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
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
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
They'll introduce me, "Hello, hello"
Women seduce me and champagne flows
Then the lights go low
There's only one song I know
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 cracker-jack years
Not a moment I could choose
And not one offer that I could refuse
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