I'm searching for my baby Well I think I'm gonna cry I'm searching for my baby I think I'm gonna cry, yeah I can't find that woman No matter how hard I try? Well I've got myself a car And the thing painted blue Well I've got myself a car And that thing painted blue But no matter what's done to me baby I guess I'll always be blue Oh yes [Incomprehensible] I got a hundred and fifty things Now all I gotta find is you I got a hundred and fifty things Now all I gotta find is you And if the Nazz don't help me baby You better forget about me too