WHAT A FOOL I WAS
WHAT A
DOMINATED FOOL
TO THINK YOU WERE
THE EARTH AND SKY
WHAT A FOOL I WAS
WHAT AN
ADDLEPATED FOOL
WHAT A
MUTTON-HEADED DOLT
WAS I
NO MY
REVERBERATING
FRIEND
YOU ARE NOT
THE BEGINNING
AND THE END
THERE'LL BE SPRING
EVERY YEAR
WITHOUT YOU
ENGLAND STILL
WILL BE HERE
WITHOUT YOU
THERE'LL BE
FRUIT ON THE TREE
AND A SHORE
BY THE SEA
THERE'LL BE CRUMPETS
AND TEA WITHOUT YOU
ART AND MUSIC
WILL THRIVE
WITHOUT YOU
SOMEHOW KEATS
WILL SURVIVE
WITHOUT YOU
AND THERE STILL
WILL BE RAIN
ON THAT PLAIN
DOWN IN SPAIN
EVEN THAT WILL REMAIN
WITHOUT YOU
I CAN DO
WITHOUT YOU
YOU DEAR FRIEND
WHO TALKS SO WELL
YOU CAN GO TO
HARTFORD
HEREFORD
AND HAMPSHIRE
THEY CAN STILL
RULE THE LAND
WITHOUT YOU
WINDSOR CASTLE
WILL STAND
WITHOUT YOU
AND WITHOUT
MUCH ADO
WE CAN ALL
MUDDLE THROUGH
WITHOUT YOU
WITHOUT YOUR
PULLING IT
THE TIDE COMES IN
WITHOUT YOUR
TWIRLING IT
THE EARTH CAN SPIN
WITHOUT YOUR
PUSHING THEM
THE CLOUDS ROLL BY
IF THEY CAN DO
WITHOUT YOU DUCKY
SO CAN I
I SHALL NOT FEEL ALONE
WITHOUT YOU
I CAN STAND ON MY OWN
WITHOUT YOU
SO GO BACK
IN YOUR SHELL
I CAN DO
BLOODY WELL WITHOUT
YOU