Alot of people have listed Sinatra' interpretation of that gret Paul Anka lyric, "My Way" but I look alot deepper in Sinatra's repetoir to find a song of the calibur that I'd really want played at my funeral: Either "One for My Baby (And One More for the Road)" which is indeed Harold Arlen and Johnny Mercer's masterpiece of a song or a Jerry Lieber-Mike Stoller collaboration that Sinatra would record later in his days called, "The Girls I've Never Kissed". Just read the lyrics:
The old wolf sniffs the summer breeze, and dreams about his youth,
For the sight of skirts above the knees turns his hardboiled brain to tears.
And the scent of honey in the tree whets an old sweet tooth.
The pretty girls go strolling by, I smile at them, and heave a sigh.
And think of all the things I've missed, and all the pretty girls I've never kissed.
They smile from field of daffodils, they wave from high and windy hills,
In secret places by the sea, the girls I've never kissed still wait for me.
All the girls whose names I can't recall, their faces haunt me still,
All the pretty girls I've never kissed and never will.
The girls of spring, the girls of fall, the girls of summer most of all,
If only time did not exist, if only I could catch that boat I always missed,
I'd go back and kiss all the pretty girls I've never kissed.
Lyrics to, "One for My Baby":
It's quarter to three, there's no one in the place except you and me.
So, set 'em up, Joe, I got a little story I think you should know
We're drinkin', my friend, to the end of a brief episode
Make it one for my baby and one more for the road
I got the routine, so drop another nickel in the machine
I'm feelin' so bad, can't you make the music easy and sad
I Could tell you a lot, but you've got to be true to your code
So, make it one for my baby and one more for the road
You'd never know it but buddy, I'm a kind of poet
And I got a lot of things to say
And when I'm gloomy, won't you listen to me
Till it's all talked away...
Well that's how it goes and Joe, I know your gettin' anxious to close
So, thanks for the cheer, I hope you didn't mind my bendin' your ear
This torch that I found must be drowned or it soon might explode
So, make it one for my baby and one more for the road
That long, long road
