Well searching, yeah I'm gone a-searching Searching every which a-way, yeah yeah Oh lord, I got searching, my good lord son You know honey searching every which a-way, yeah yeah But I'm like that Northwest Mountie You know I'll bring her in someday
Gonna find her, gonna find her
Well now Charlie Chan, Simon Spade got nothing child on me Sergeant Friday and-a Peter Gunn well I, ooh let ‘em be No matter where she's hiding she's gonna see me coming I'm gonna walk right down that street like a Bulldog Drummond
Yeah 'cause I been searching, whoa honey 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 someday
Gonna find her, gonna find her
Well now Charlie Chan, Simon Spade got nothing child on-a me Sergeant Friday and-a Peter Gunn well I, ooh let ‘em be Because no matter where she's hiding she's gonna see me coming I'm gonna walk right down that street like a Bulldog Drummond
Ah searching, yeah honey, searching, ooh my my goodness Searching every which a-way, yeah yeah But I'm like a Northwest Mountie You know I'll bring her in some day
Gonna find her, gonna find her Yeah lord, I'm gonna find her I'm gonna find her