I've looked everywhere, 
Mr. Forbes 
But I can't find the cello or yet the french horn 
And I can't find the harp 
I don't know where it's gone 
And of course, you can't go without that 
I've looked everywhere, 
Mr. Forbes 
But I can't find your clamshells 
Your file or your drill 
And your sheepskin-lined coat is eluding me still 
And of course, you can't go without that 
I've looked in the attic, the cellar and hall 
I've looked in the studio, study and all 
I've looked in the chest where 
I thought it should be 
I've looked in the greenhouses, one, two and three 
I've looked everywhere, 
Mr. Forbes 
But I can't find the dagger and oh why oh why 
Can't I think what 
I did with that ol' skill and dye 
And of course, you can't go without that 
You can't possibly go without that