"Stop the world, I want to get off"
(that's the title of a book, musical & movie by Leslie Bricusse & Anthony Newley; but, it can stand on it's own to be quotable)


"here's where the story ends"

people I know
places I go
make me feel tongue tied
I can see how people look down
they're on the inside

here's where the story ends

people I see
weary of me
showing my good side
I can see how people look down
I'm on the outside

here's where the story ends
oh, here's where the story ends

it's that little souvenir
of a terrible year
which makes my eyes feel sore
oh I never should have said
the books that you read
were all I loved you for

it's that little souvenir
of a terrible year
which makes me wonder why
and it's the memories of your shed
that make me turn red
surprise surprise surprise

crazy I know
places I go
make me feel so tired
I can see how people look down
I'm on the outside

oh here's where the story ends
oh here's where the story ends

it's that little souvenir
of a terrible year
which makes my eyes feel sore
and who ever would've thought
the books that you brought
were all I loved you for

oh the devil in me said
go down to the shed
I know where I belong
but the only thing I ever really wanted to say
was wrong, was wrong, was wrong

it's that little souvenir
of a colorful year
which makes me smile inside
so I cynically, cynically say
the world is that way

surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise

here's where the story ends
oh here's where the story ends

"My Way"

and now,
the end is near;
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 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 charted course,
each careful step,
along the byway;
but 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!