Without You

What a fool I was, what dominated fool
 To think that you were the earth and the sky
 What a fool I was
 What an addle-pated fool
 What a mutton-headed dote 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 talk 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!