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

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No, no use in lecturing them

      F
Or in threatening them

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They will just say "who are you?"

          Dm
Is that a question or not?

        F
And you see then the plot

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Is predicta - ble, not new

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

Dm
No, no use in taking their time

      F
Or in wasting two dimes

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On a call to  God knows who

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When all you feel is the rain

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And it's hard to be vain

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When no person looks at  you

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So just be gracious and wait in the queue

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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
So 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"

   Dm7
In heaven or hell

Dm
Yes, it's a tradition, they say

       F
Like a bright Christmas day

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And traditions must  go  on

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And though I say "yes, I see"

      F
No, I really don't see

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Is my smiley face still on?

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Sign their 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
So 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"

   Dm7
In heaven or hell

Em           Dm
They'll introduce me

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Hello, hello

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Women seduce me and champagne flows

         Em
Then the lights go low

Dm
There, this home which once was serene

       F
Now is home to the screams

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And to flying plates and shoes

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But I have no souvenirs

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Of these crackerjack years

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Not a moment I could choose

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And not one offer that I could refuse

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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
So 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"

   Dm7
In heaven or hell?