Searchin' - Shelley Fabares, Frankie Lymon

Gonna find her

I’m gonna find her

I’m gonna find her, Yeah

Now searchin'

Been searchin'

Ssearchin' every way which way, oh yay

Oh Lord, now searchin'

Yeah, searchin'

Searchin' every way which way, oh yay

I’m like that Northwest Mountie

You know I’ll bring her in someday

If I have to swim a river

You know I will

And if I have to climb a mountain

You know I will

And if I had to up-a on a Blueberry Hill

You know I’m gonna find that child, you know I will

'Cause I’ve been searchin'

Woah Lord now, searchin'

For goodness, searchin' every way which way, oh yay

I’m like the Northwest Mountie

You know I’ll bring her in someday

Yeah well, Sherlock Holmes and old Sam Spade

They got and old Blackie

Sergeant Friday, Charlie Chan

They got nothing, child, on me

'Cause no matter where she hides

Man, she’s gonna hear me comin'

I’m gonna walk right down that street

Just like a Bulldog Drummond

'Cause I’ve been searchin'

Woah Lord now, searchin'

For goodness, searchin' every way which way, oh yay

I’m like the Northwest Mountie

You know I’ll bring her in someday

'Cause I’ve been searchin'

Woah Lord now, searchin'

For goodness, searchin' every way which way, oh yay

I’m like the Northwest Mountie

You know I’ll bring her in someday