Frank Sinatra is pretty cool.

Sorry, i know that because i'm so young and hip i shouldn't like someone who's dead but come on, Frank Sinatra is cool. When i turned 17 my mom sent my a youtube video of Robbie Williams (eww) and Frank Sinatra (cool) singing "It was a very good year" Which was quite interesting, and i like the lyrics, the first verse is:
"When I was seventeen it was a very good year
It was a very good year for small town girls and soft summer nights
We'd hide from the lights
on the village green
When I was seventeen"
Which is actually quite interesting because my year for small town girls was last year, now i've moved on to big city girls. But still, i like the idea. Anyway, that's one good song of his, but i love "My way". What a great song. If i ever die (if?) I want someone to play that at my funeral. I'm going to make that one of my goals for my life, i want this song to describe my life. I especially love the line "Regrets, I've had a few/But then again, too few to mention" That is a goal worth working towards. Anyway, i need to go make burgers for lunch, which makes me a true American (BURGERS!!) but i will leave you with a parting gift, the lyrics to Frank Sinatra's "My Way". Until we meet again, i bid thee adieu.

~

Frank Sinatra

My Way

~

And now, the end is here

And so I face the final curtain

My friend, I'll say it clear

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

I've lived a life that's full

I traveled each and ev'ry 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 charted course, each careful step along the byway

And more, much more than this, I did it my way

~

Yes, there were times, I'm 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

~

I've loved, I've 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,

"Oh, 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

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!

~

Yes, it was my way