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Beatles - Searchin' (Decca Audition)
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(Leiber/Stoller)
Lead Vocal: Paul McCartney
Gonna find her, gonna find her
Well searching
Yeah I'm gonna searching
Searching every which a-way yeh yeh
Oh lord I'm searching
Ny good lord, searching
You know honey
Searching every which a-way yeh yeh yeh
But I'm like that northwest Mountie
You know I'll bring her in some day
Gonna find her, yeah ah, gonna find her
Well Charlie Chan, Simon Smith
Got nothing, child, on me
Sgt. 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 a Bulldog Drummon
Yes, 'cause I been searching
Well searching
Oh my goodness
Searching every which a-way yeh yeh
But I'm like that northwest Mountie
You know I'll bring her in some day
Gonna find her, gonna find her
Ah... ooh ooh
Well Charlie Chan, Simon Smith
Got nothing, child, on me
Sgt. Friday, Peter Gunn
And ooo Alan B
Yeah no matter where she's hiding
She's gonna see me coming
I'm gonna walk right down that street
Like a Bulldog Drummon
Aah searching
Yeah I'm searching, um my my goodness
Searching every which a-way yeh yeh
But I'm like that northwest Mountie
You know I'll bring her in some day
Gonna find her, yeah, gonna find her
Yeah yeah lord, gonna find her
Ooo, gonna find her, yeah, yeah
Gonna find her, gonna find her.
Well searching.
Yeah i'm gonna searching,
Searching every which a-way, yeh yeh.
Oh lord i'm searching,
My good lord, searching
You know honey,
Searching every which away yeh yeh yeh.
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.
'cos 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,
Yeh yeh lord, gonna find her,
Gonna find her.
Gonna find her, gonna find her.
Well searching,
Yeah I'm gonna searching,
Searching every which a-way, yeh yeh.
Oh lord I'm searching,
My good lord, searching
You know honey,
Searching every which away yeh yeh yeh.
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.
'Cos 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,
Yeh yeh lord, gonna find her,
Gonna find her
Creme tangerine and montelimat
A ginger sling with a pineapple heart
A coffee dessert--yes you know it's good news
But you'll have to have them all pulled out
After the Savoy truffle.
Cool cherry cream and a nice apple tart
I feel your taste all the time we're apart
Coconut fudge--really blows down those blues
But you'll have to have them all pulled out
After the Savoy truffle.
You might not feel it now
But when the pain cuts through
You're going to know and how
The sweat is going to fill your head
When it becomes too much
You're going to shout aloud
--Creme tangerine.
You know that what you eat you are,
But what is sweet now, turns so sour--
We all know Obla-Di-Bla-Da
But can you show me, where you are?..
Creme tangerine and montelimat
A ginger sling with a pineapple heart
A coffee dessert--yes you know its good news
But you'll have to have them all pulled out
After the Savoy truffle.
Anthology 1 (1995)
Gonna find her, gonna find her.
Well searching.
Yeah I'm gonna searching,
searching every which a-way, yeh yeh.
Oh lord I'm searching,
my good lord, searching
you know honey,
searching every which away yeh yeh yeh.
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.
'Cos 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,
yeh yeh lord, gonna find her,
gonna find her.
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