What'll I Do

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.