Sparks – When Do I Get To Sing My Way (Guitar)

Dm                                  F
No, no use in lecturing them, or in threatening them

          Am                 Dm
They will just say "who are you"

                               F
Is that a question or not, and you see that the plot

      Am             Bb
Is predictable, not new

                                                C  
But you're still stunned at the things you will do 

Dm                                    F 
No, no use in taking their time or in wasting two dimes

     Am                Dm
On a call to God knows who

                                       F
When all you feel is the rain and it's hard to be vain

        Am              Bb     
When no person looks at you

                                    C
So just be gracious and wait in the queue 

   Am                     Em
So when do I get to sing "My Way"

Am                    Em
When do I get to feel like Sinatra felt

Am                     Em
When do I get to sing "My Way"

   Dm
In heaven or hell

Am                     Em
When do I get to do it my way

Am                    Em
When do I get to feel like Sid Vicious felt

Am                     Em
When do I get to sing "My Way"

   Dm
In heaven or hell 

Dm                                     F
Yes, it's a tradition they say, like a bright Christmas Day

       Am              Dm 
And traditions must go on

                                  F    
And though I say, yes I see, no I really don't see

      Am                Bb
Is my smiley face still on?

                                  C
Sign your name with an X, mow the lawn 

   Am                     Em
So when do I get to sing "My Way"

Am                    Em
When do I get to feel like Sinatra felt

Am                     Em
When do I get to sing "My Way"

   Dm
In heaven or hell

Am                     Em
When do I get to do it my way

Am                    Em
When do I get to feel like Sid Vicious felt

Am                     Em
When do I get to sing "My Way"

   Dm
In heaven or hell 

Em           Dm        Am          
They'll introduce me, "Hello, hello"

Em      Dm          Am
Women seduce me and champagne flows

         Em                                                   
Then the lights go low, there's only one song I know 

Dm                                             F 
There, this home which once was serene, now is home to the screams

       Am                Dm 
And to flying plates and shoes

                                 F
But I have no souvenirs of these crackerjack years

      Am             Bb 
Not a moment I could choose

                               C  
And not one offer that I could refuse 

   Am                     Em
So when do I get to sing "My Way"

Am                    Em
When do I get to feel like Sinatra felt

Am                     Em
When do I get to sing "My Way"

   Dm
In heaven or hell

Am                     Em
When do I get to do it my way

Am                    Em
When do I get to feel like Sid Vicious felt

Am                     Em
When do I get to sing "My Way"

   Dm
In heaven or hell