I've looked everywhere, Mr. Forbes
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But I can't find the cello or yet the french horn
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And I can't find the harp
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I don't know where it's gone
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And of course, you can't go without that
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I've looked everywhere, Mr. Forbes
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But I can't find your clamshells
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Your file or your drill
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And your sheepskin-lined coat is eluding me still
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And of course, you can't go without that
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I've looked in the attic, the cellar and hall
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I've looked in the studio, study and all
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I've looked in the chest where I thought it should be
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I've looked in the greenhouses, one, two and three
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I've looked everywhere, Mr. Forbes
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But I can't find the dagger and oh why oh why
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Can't I think what I did with that ol' skill and dye
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And of course, you can't go without that
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You can't possibly go without that
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Marla
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Grizzly Bear |