I’m lost without you
Don’t know what I will do
I’ve got the lost can opener blues
I can’t even open a can of beets
I guess I’ll just have to use my teeth
I’m going to need dentures by thirty-three
I’ve got the lost can opener blues
I’ve got a blender, a mixer and a microwave
A rolling pin, a sieve that’s both convex and concave*
But honey you’re my opener and you’re my fave
I’ve got the lost can opener blues
*Depending on which way you turn it