I've looked everywhere, Mr. Forbes But I can't find the cello or yet the french horn And I can't find the harp, I don't know where it's gone And of course, you can't go without that I've looked everywhere, Mr. Forbes But I can't find your clamshells, your file or your drill And your sheepskin-lined coat is eluding me still And of course, you can't go without that ♪ I've looked in the attic, the cellar and hall I've looked in the studio, study and all ♪ I've looked in the chest where I thought it should be I've looked in the greenhouses one, two and three ♪ I've looked everywhere, Mr. Forbes But I can't find the (?) and oh, why, oh, why Can't I think what I did with that ol' skill and die? And of course, you can't go without that You can't possibly go without that