Searchin' - The Beatles

Well searching

Yeah I’m gonna searching

Searching every which a-way, yeah, yeah

Oh lord I’m searching

My good lord, searching

You know honey

Searching every which away yeah, yeah, yeah

But I’m like that Northwest Mountie

You know I’ll bring her in some day

Gonna find her, gonna find her

Well Charlie Chan, Simon Smith

Got nothing, child, on me

Sergeant Friday, Peter Gunn

And ooo Alan B

No matter where she’s hiding

She’s gonna see me coming

I’m gonna walk right down that street

Like Bulldog Drummon

'Cause I been searching

Well searching

Oh my goodness

Searching every which a-way

But I’m like that Northwest Mountie

You know I’ll bring her in some day

Gonna find her, gonna find her

Well Charlie Chan, Simon Smith

Got nothing, child, on me

Sergeant Friday, Peter Gunn

And ooo Alan B

No matter where she’s hiding

She’s gonna see me coming

I’m gonna walk right down that street

Like Bulldog Drummon.

Aah searching

Searching, oh my, my goodness

Searching every which a-way

But I’m like that Northwest Mountie

You know I’ll bring her in some day

Gonna find her, gonna find her

Yeah, yeah lord, gonna find her

Gonna find her