Well I think I'm gonna cry. I'm searching for my baby, I think I'm gonna cry, yeah. I can't find that woman, No matter how hard I try.
Well I've got myself a car, And the thing is painted blue. Well I've got myself a car, And that thing is painted blue. But no matter what color they paint me, I guess I'll always be blue.
I got a hundred and fifty things, Now all I gotta find is you. I got a hundred and fifty things, Now all I gotta find is you. And if the Nazz don't help me baby, You better forget about me too.