| In the Summer you’re the Winter
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| In the finger you’re the splinter
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| In the banquet you’re the stew
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| Say, I could do without you
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| In the garden you’re the gopher
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| In the Levi’s you’re the loafer
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| Like an overturned canoe
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| Well, I could do without you
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| You can go to Philadelphia
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| Take a hack to Hackensack
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| Hey, I’ll never ring a bell fer yer
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| Or yell fer yer to come back
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| In the question you’re the why
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| In the ointment you’re the fly
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| DORIS:
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| Though I know some things are indefensible
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| Like a buck or two
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| If there’s one thing I can do without
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| I can do without you
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| In the barrel you’re a pickle
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| In the goldmine you’re a nickel
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| You’re the tack inside my shoe
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| Yes, I can do without you
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| In my bosom you’re a dagger
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| You’re a mangy carpetbagger
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| In the theatre you’re the 'boo'
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| I can do without you
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| You got charms, they ain’t bewitchin' me
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| You’ve a face no one would paint
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| DORIS:
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| I got the darndest itch in me
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| To be wherever you ain’t
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| In the bullfrog you’re the croak
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| In the forest, poison oak
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| Though I know somethings are necessary
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| My half-pint buckaroo
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| If there’s one thing I can do without
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| I can do without…
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| You’re a knothead!
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| You’re a faker!
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| You’re a bonehead!
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| Troublemaker!
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| I can do without you! |