Regrets, Ive had a few;
But then again, too few to mention.
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption.

I planned each charted course;
Each careful step along the byway,
But more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Yes, there were times, Im 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.

Ive loved, Ive laughed and cried.

I've had my fill; my share of losing.
And now, as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing.

To think I did all that;
And may I say - not in a shy way,
No, oh no not me,
I did it my way.

For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught.

If I could just interject here?

Butch you're flat.

Steve you sound like a herniated tomcat on a binge

Hook, what can I say? Best nothing at all.

So "The Three Tremors" then, not "The Three Tenors"?

I note that Novo's not demonstrating his ability, or possible lack of.

<hmm. decides between "desolation row" and "mr. tambourine man">.

Take your time.

They said that about the earth and now dont they feel stupid? (well they would if they werent dead)

Mr. Tambourine Man it is then.

I'll start us off.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

I'll have to. I've just swallowed the harmonica.

Not the bloody Byrds version you heathen.

Was I that bad?

That was the Dylan version.