What a fool I was
What a dominated fool
To think you were the earth and sky
What a fool I was
What an animated fool
What a mutton-headed dote was i
No, my verberating friend
You are not the beginning and the end
They'll be spring every year without you
England still will be here without you
They'll be fruit on the tree
And a shore by the sea
They'll be crumpets and tea without you
Art and music will thrive without you
Somehow leads will survive without you
And there still will be rain on that plane down in Spain, even that will remain without you
I can do without you
You, dear friend, who
Talked 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 middle through without you
Without your pulling it the tide comes in
Without your twirling it the earth will spin
Without your pushing them the clouds roll by
If they can do without you, duckie, 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

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