One of Cecil's best, sung on the 'Late Late Show', 23 Dec 1974 in a tribute to my da, Noel Purcell.

MY WAY

And now, the end is near; she's pulled the blinds and drawn the curtains.
She said, 'Its very clear: your liver's shot, gone for a Burton.
Your policy is all paid up, and when the man comes round next Friday,
I'll tell him: 'Sid, a right few quid is coming my way.'

I know I have to go, 'cos round the bed, she's lit the candles,
Bought my last overcoat; it's polished oak, with 6 brass handles.
Although I'm skin and bone and seven stone is all that I weigh,
Still it hurts; one more clean shirt and I'm on my way.

For what is a man? What has he got?
A broken nose, black eyes, the lot.
But in my dreams, at Heaven's gate,
I hear St. Peter say: 'Don't wait.
The record shows, you took the blows.
Come on up myyyyy wayyyyyy!'