I can't find Crazy Horse,
can't find Hoffa and Amelia's missing somewhere out at sea,
and i hope they're happy,
havin' a party and Elvis is servin' them up green apple martini's,
(bridge)
i can't find my watch,
i can't find my wallet,
so how in the hell am i supposed to find
the one that i love,
the one that i need,
hidden so high,
burried so deep
well i found odd jobs and i found reasons,
for all kinds of ways i can waste my time,
and i found letters and i found levers
and i found new ways just to tell old lies,
(bridge)
i can't find my watch,
i can't find my wallet,
so how in the hell am i supposed to find
(chrous)
the one that i love,
the one that i need,
hidden so high,
burried so deep,
somewhere to run,
somewhere to go,
and if i ever find her,
how will i know, how will know
'cause can't find Crazy Horse,
can't find Hoffa and Amelia's missing somewhere out at sea
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