I Can Do Without You Songtext
von Doris Day with Howard Keel
I Can Do Without You Songtext
In the Summer you′re the Winter
In the finger you're the splinter
In the banquet you′re the stew
Say, I could do without you
In the garden you're the gopher
In the Levi's you′re the loafer
Like an overturned canoe
Well, I could do without you
You can go to Philadelphia
Take a hack to Hackensack
Hey, I′ll never ring a bell fer yer
Or yell fer yer to come back
In the question you're the why
In the ointment you′re the fly
Though I know some things are indefensible
Like a buck or two
If there's one thing I can do without
I can do without you
In the barrel you′re a pickle
In the goldmine you're a nickel
You′re the tack inside my shoe
Yes, I can do without you
In my bosom you're a dagger
You're a mangy carpetbagger
In the theatre you′re the ′boo'
I can do without you
You got charms, they ain′t bewitchin' me
You′ve a face no one would paint
I got the darndest itch in me
To be wherever you ain't
In the bullfrog you′re the croak
In the forest, poison oak
Though I know somethings are necessary
My half-pint buckaroo
If there's one thing I can do without
I can do without...
You're a knothead!
You′re a faker!
You′re a bonehead!
Troublemaker!
I can do without you!
In the finger you're the splinter
In the banquet you′re the stew
Say, I could do without you
In the garden you're the gopher
In the Levi's you′re the loafer
Like an overturned canoe
Well, I could do without you
You can go to Philadelphia
Take a hack to Hackensack
Hey, I′ll never ring a bell fer yer
Or yell fer yer to come back
In the question you're the why
In the ointment you′re the fly
Though I know some things are indefensible
Like a buck or two
If there's one thing I can do without
I can do without you
In the barrel you′re a pickle
In the goldmine you're a nickel
You′re the tack inside my shoe
Yes, I can do without you
In my bosom you're a dagger
You're a mangy carpetbagger
In the theatre you′re the ′boo'
I can do without you
You got charms, they ain′t bewitchin' me
You′ve a face no one would paint
I got the darndest itch in me
To be wherever you ain't
In the bullfrog you′re the croak
In the forest, poison oak
Though I know somethings are necessary
My half-pint buckaroo
If there's one thing I can do without
I can do without...
You're a knothead!
You′re a faker!
You′re a bonehead!
Troublemaker!
I can do without you!
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