What'll I do without you around, My words won't 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 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 won't 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. What'll I do without you around, My words won't pun, my pennies won't pound, Oh and my frisbee flies to the ground, What'll I do without you.