Come fly with me, let's fly, let's fly away.

If you can use some exotic booze, there's a bar in Farba, Maine.

Come fly with me, let's fly, let's fly away.

Come fly with me, let's float down to Peru.

In Llama Land there's a one-man band and he'll toot his flute for you.

Fly with me, we'll take off in the blue.

And now the end is near

And so I face the final curtain.

My friend, I'll say it's clear

I'll state my case, of which I'm certain

I've lived a life that's full

I've traveled each and every highway and more

Much more than this, I did it my way.

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

I planned each charting course, each careful step

Along the byway, but more

Much more than this I did it my way For what is a man?

What has he got?

If not himself, then he has not.

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

Fly me to the moon and let me play among the stars

Let me see what spring is like on Jupiter and Mars.

In other words, hold my hand

In other words, baby, kiss me.

Fill my heart with song and let me sing forevermore.

You are all I long for, all I worship and adore.

In other words, please be true.

In other words, I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.