What'll I do without you around,

My words wont pun, my pennies won't pound,

Oh and my frisbee flies to the ground,

What'll I do without you.

What'll I say without you to talk to,

No one to serve or volley the ball to,

You write the words but I miss the volume,

What'll I say without you.

Oh I don't know what to do with myself

Now that I'm here and you're gone.

What'll I do when you've gone away,

My ball wont pin, my records won't play

And all of my hours limp into days,

What'll I do without you.

What'll I do now that you're gone,

My boat won't row, my bus doesn't come,

I have the fingers, you've got the thumb,

What'll I do without you.

Oh I don't know what to do with myself

Now that I'm here and you're gone.