歌词

In the summer, you're the winter, In the finger, you're the splinter. In the banquet, you're the stew, Say, I c'n do without you! In the garden, you're the gopher, In the Levi's, you're the loafer. Like an overturned canoe, Well, I c'n do without you! You c'n go to Philadelphia, Take a hack to Hackensack. Hey! I'll never ring a bell fer ya, Or yell fer ya to come back! In the question, you're the why, In the ointment, you're the fly. Though I know some things are indispensable, Like a buck or two, 'F there's one thing I c'n do without, I c'n do without you! In the barrel, you're a pickle, In the gold mine, you're a nickel. You're the tack inside my shoe. Yeah, I c'n do without you! In my bosom, you're a dagger, You're a mangy carpetbagger. In the theater, you're the "Boo!" I c'n do without you. Ya got charms that ain't bewitchin' me, You've a face no one wud paint. I got the darnedest itch in me To be wherever ya ain't! In the bullfrog, you're the croak, In the forest, poison oak! Though I know some things are necessary, My half-pint buckaroo, 'F there's one thing I c'n do without, I c'n do without you! You're a nut! You're a faker! You're trouble! You're a trouble-maker! I c'n do without you!
Writer(s): George Henry Jackson, Ronald Townsend Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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