Police in the Philippines, Malaysia and other countries are trying to deal with a new rash of crime: Karaoke or “My Way” murders. People are being shot and stabbed over bad karaoke and Frank Sinatra’s “My Way” appears to be a common trigger for violence.

It is so bad that bars have removed “My Way” from karaoke machines to stop the carnage and police have a category in the Philippines for “My Way Killings.” Paul Anka never knew that he was writing a weapon of mass destruction. Listeners appear to miss the obvious relevance of Anka’s lyrics:

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 faced it all
And I stood tall and did it my way

It is not just a Sinatra-inspired crime way. A Thai man killed eight of his neighbors after they sang John Denver’s “Take Me Home, Country Roads.” This I can understand.

Police note that the common objection is singing out of tune. It is a phenomenon that has been seen in the United States. In one case, a drunken man named Kyle Drinkwine (yes that is his name) assaulted other singers over their rendition of “Holy Diver.” For more on such U.S. cases, click here.

With more than one million illegal guns and a comparable number of karaoke machines, the Philippines is a ticking off-tune bomb.

WARNING BELOW IS A VERSION OF SINATRA SINGING MY WAY AND LYRICS TO SING ALONG WITH THE VIDEO. DO NOT SING IN THE PHILIPPINES OR MALAYSIA AND BE OBSERVANT OF ANY VIOLENT INDICATORS WHEN SIGNING IN A PUBLIC PLACE OR DRINKING ESTABLISHMENT. DO NOT SING WHILE OPERATING HEAVY EQUIPMENT OR AROUND SMALL CHILDREN. STOP SINGING IF YOU EXPERIENCE ANY SHARP PAINS LIKE A KNIFE WOUND AND IMMEDIATELY CONSULT WITH A DOCTOR OR MEDICAL PROFESSIONAL. WHEN APPROACHING THE HIGH NOTE AT THE END, SHOW CAUTION AND KNOW YOUR LIMITS.

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 exemption

I planned each charted course
Each careful step along the byway
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 faced 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 losing
And now as tears subside
I find it all so amusing

To think I did all that
And may 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

Yes it was my way

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