Ulfs sång.

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

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