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 elevated fool
 What a mutton headed dote was I
 No, my reverberated friend
 You are not the beginning and the end
 You impetant hussy there's not an idea in your head
 Or a word in your mouth that I haven't put there
 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 taught so well
 You can go to Hartford
 Hereford and Hampshire
 They can still rule with land without you
 Windsor Castle will stand without you
 And without much ado we can all muddle through without you
 You brazen hussy
 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...
 By George, I really did it
 I did it, I did it
 I said I'd make a woman and indeed I did
 I knew that I could do it
 I knew it, I knew it
 I said I'd make a woman and succeed I did!
 Eliza you are magnificent
 Five minutes ago you're a millstone around my neck
 And now you're a total strange a consul backols yet
 I like you this way
 Goodbye professor Higging
 You should not be seen me again