What'll I do without you around,
My words wont pun, my pennies won't pound,
Oh and my frisbee flies to the ground,
What'll I do without you.
What'll I say without you to talk to,
No one to serve or volley the ball to,
You write the words but I miss the volume,
What'll I say without you.
Oh I don't know what to do with myself
Now that I'm here and you're gone.
What'll I do when you've gone away,
My ball wont pin, my records won't play
And all of my hours limp into days,
What'll I do without you.
What'll I do now that you're gone,
My boat won't row, my bus doesn't come,
I have the fingers, you've got the thumb,
What'll I do without you.
Oh I don't know what to do with myself
Now that I'm here and you're gone.
