(instrumental intro)

You'll bow... the trends are clear.
My cowboy acts, I'll be extending.
And so, you now must hear:
I'll need your vote; my term is ending.

For all my life, had pull.
It's always "my way or the highway."
'Cause war... means right wing bliss.
We'll do things my way.

Mistakes, cleaned by my crew,
Time and again - don't pay attention!
Did what... I had to do,
And solved Saddam, though pre-emption.

I'd planned... to start a war
With careful prep; the troops who die, pay.
'Cause war, means right wing bliss.
We'll do things my way.

War means good times... for me and crew.
When I'm pissed off, war's what I can do.
I'm standin' tall, and I can shout:
"Better shape up, or just get out!"
My race this fall requires gall.
We'll do things my way.

I've lied; I've gaffed; you cried.
I've had my thrill of power abusing.
That's how - more years to ride.
To run it all, it's so amusing.

Red ink? Job market flat?
More lives I'll slay:
That power's my way.
Oh yes, remember this:
We'll do things my way.

I'll attack Iran; oil they've got.
I'll help myself; strike while war's hot.
The way of kings will let me steal.
I'll not mince words: I'll seal the deal.
Those who oppose, I'll jail those.
We'll do things my way!