Claude François
My Way
[Intro: Dustin]
My friends, someone who did it his way
Mr Eamon Dunphy

[Verse 1: Dustin & Eamon Dunphy]
And now, the end is near
And so I face the final curtain (You should put it over your head and hide it)
My friend, I'll say it clear
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain
I've lived a life that's full
I travelled each and every highway
And more, (more) much more than this (You're not gettin' much more for this, I can tell ya)
I did it my way

[Verse 2: Dustin & Eamon Dunphy]
Regrets, I've had a few
But then again, too few to mention
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption (That's what you need for Christmas)
I planned each chartеred course
Each careful stеp along the byway
And more, much more than this
I did it my way

[Verse 3: Dustin, Eamon Dunphy & Dustin and Eamon Dunphy]
Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew
But through it all, when there was doubt
I ate it up and spit it out
I faced it all, and I stood tall
And did it my way
[Interlude (spoken words): Dustin & Eamon Dunphy]
Yeah, yeah, stop it there, stop it there
Johnny Giles, Johnny Giles, could I bring in me good friend Johhny Giles? The Irish fella, yeah
Never got selected for first team, but the Irish fella
It's only cause he was the only player who was worse than you Giles that why I like him Dunphy
Your problem is you're a turkey
And look who's talking huah ha ha ha!
You have a head on ya like a baboon's bum
In fact, if ya stuck your head out the window some people would think you were pullin' a mooner
Breast of turkey, Dustin
Get lost!
Breast of turkey, Dustin
Get lost!
There's only a few hours to go, Dustin
Get lost!
It's all over, I'm gonna eat you my way
Lookin' at you, I have more chance of survivin' this Christmas than you have
Will someone check him for a pulse?
The only reason they didn't give you the Late Late Show is because you'd be dead in two weeks

[Verse 4: Dustin, Eamon Dunphy & Dustin and Eamon Dunphy]
For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught
To say the things he truly feels
And not the words of one who kneels
The record shows I took the blows
And did it my way