Gonna find her Gonna find her Gonna find her Gonna find her Yeah, I've been searchin', a-a searchin' Oh, yeah, searchin' every which a-way Yeah,

Fe-fe, fi-fi, fo-fo, fum I smell smoke in the auditorium Charlie Brown, Charlie Brown He's a clown, that Charlie Brown He's gonna get caught Just

Take out the papers and the trash Or you don't get no spendin' cash If you don't scrub that kitchen floor You ain't gonna rock and roll no

[Lyrics with no parentheses indicate a solo.] [Lyrics in single parentheses indicate backup singer(s) only.] [Lyrics in double parentheses indicate

[Vincent Delerm:] Peut-être, je fais fausse piste Mais j'utiliserais bien Le mot "minimaliste" Est

Vincent: J'étais à l'hotel Beau Rivage Un nid douillé face a la plage J'aurai pu croire au paradis

Well, be-bop-a-Lula, she's my baby. Be-bop-a-Lula, I don't mean maybe. Be-bop-a-Lula, she's my baby. Be-bop-a-Lula, I don't mean

[Vincent Delerm:] Peut-être je fais fausse piste Mais j'utiliserais bien Le mot «minimaliste» Est

Son of Man to ascend, For the Counsellor to descend, So His dear ones may be clothed in Christ, To state His victory o’er the prince of this w

Chorus x2] [Lyrics and music by Terry Herd and Rhonda Vincent.]