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When I was ...

* 4 years old ~ My daddy can do anything.

* 5 years old ~ My daddy knows a whole lot.

* 6 years old ~ My dad is smarter than your dad.

* 8 years old ~ My dad doesn't know exactly everything.

* 10 years old ~ In the olden days, when my dad grew up, things were sure different.

* 12 years old ~ Oh, well, naturally, Dad doesn't know anything about that. He is too old to remember his childhood.

* 14 years old ~ Don't pay any attention to my dad. He is so old-fashioned.

* 21 years old ~ Him? My Lord, he's hopelessly out of date.

* 25 years old ~ Dad knows about it, but then he should, because he has been around so long.

* 30 years old ~ May be we should ask Dad what he thinks. After all, he's had a lot of experience.

* 35 years old ~ I'm not doing a single thing until I talk to Dad.

* 40 years old ~ I wonder how Dad would have handled it. He was so wise.

* 50 years old ~ I'd give anything if Dad were here now so I could talk this over with him. Too bad I didn't appreciate how smart he was. I could have learned a lot from him.

~Ann Landers~

 

 

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 exception

  I planned each chartered course Each careful step alone the by way

  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 face 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 loosing

And the now as tears subside I find it all so amusing

  To think I did all that and might 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 not

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

The record shows I took the blows and did it my way.


Words & Music by: Revaux, Francois & Anka

Have a wonderful day, Dads!

 

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