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