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von The Beatles

Gonna find her, gonna find her

Well, searching
Yeah, I′m gonna searching
Searching every which a-way yeah, yeah
Oh, lord I got searching
My good lord, searching
You know honey
Searching every which a-way yeah, yeah yeah
But I'm like that northwest Mountie
You know I′ll bring her in some day

Gonna find her, yeah ah, gonna find her

Well, Charlie Chan, Simon Smith (searching)
Got nothing, child, on me (searching)
Sergeant Friday and Peter Gunn (searching)
And ooh, Alan B (searching)
'Cause no matter where she's hiding (searching)
She′s gonna see me coming
Don′t walk right down that street
Like a Bulldog Drummond


Yeah, 'cause I been searching (searching)
Well searching (searching)
Oh my goodness
Searching every which a-way yeah, yeah
But I′m like that northwest Mountie
You know I'll bring her in some day

Gonna find her, gonna find her (whoa)
Well

Well, Charlie Chan, Simon Smith (searching)
Got nothing, child, on me (searching)
Sergeant Friday and Peter Gunn (searching)
And ooh, Alan B (searching)
′Cause no matter where she's hiding (searching)
She′s gonna see me coming
Don't walk right down that street
Like a Bulldog Drummond

Ah, searching
Yeah, I'm searching, um my, my goodness
Searching every which a-way yeah, yeah
But I′m like that northwest Mountie
You know I′ll bring her in some day

Gonna find her, yeah, gonna find her
Yeah yeah lord, gonna find her
Ooh, I'm gonna find her, yeah, yeah