What a fool I was, what a dominated fool to think you were the earth and the sky

What a fool I was, what an addlepated fool, what a muddle-headed dolt was I

No, my reverberating friend

You are not the beginning and the end

You impudent 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 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

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 were a millstone 'round my neck and now you're a tower of strength

A consort battleship

I like you this way

Goodbye, Professor Higgins

You shall not be seeing me again