When Do I Get to Sing "My Way" - Redd Kross

No, no use in lecturing them

Or in threatening them

They will just say, «Who are you?»

Is that a question or not

When you see that the plot

Is predictably not new?

But she’s still stunned at things you will do

No, no use in taking their time

Or in wasting two dimes

Or the cult of that-knows-who

When all you feel is the rain

And it’s up to be rain

When the person looks at you

So, just be gracious and wait here with you

So, when do I get to sing, «My Way»?

When do I get to feel like Sinatra felt?

When do I get to sing, «My Way»?

In Heaven or Hell?

So, when do I get to do it my way?

When do I get to do like Sid Vicious did?

When do I get to sing, «My Way»?

In Heaven or Hell?

Yes, it’s a tradition, they say

Like a bright Christmas Day

And traditions must go on

And though I say, «Yes, I see»

No, I really don’t see

It’s my story they still own

Sign your name with the next moan

So, when do I get to sing, «My Way»?

When do I get to feel like Sinatra felt?

When do I get to sing, «My Way»?

In Heaven or Hell?

So, when do I get to do it my way?

When do I get to do like Sid Vicious did?

When do I get to sing, «My Way»?

In Heaven or Hell?

They introduce me

Hello, hello

Women seduce me

And champagne throws

Then the lights go low

There’s only one song I know, oh

Yeah, it’s old, which words were serene

Now it’s home to the screams

And to buying plans and shoes

But I have no souvenirs

Of these banker-cheque years

Not a moment I could choose

And not one offer that I could refuse

So, when do I get to sing, «My Way»?

When do I get to feel like Sinatra felt?

When do I get to sing, «My Way»?

In Heaven or Hell?

So, when do I get to do it my way?

When do I get to do like Sid Vicious did?

When do I get to sing, «My Way»?

In Heaven or Hell?

Heaven or Hell?