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Acorn Antiques - I'm Going Out To Find Her

by Victoria Wood

Now I understand my destination...

I know,
Where it is I must go,
At this point in the show...

I'm going out to find her,
Yes I, the one who has maligned her;
The perpetrator of the misdemeanor,
Thinking she was just a cleaner.
Oh, what a happy story,
Won't it be hunky-dory?
When I return in clouds of glory,
Trailing Mrs Overall...

I would fight any foe;
I would run any race;
I would search high and low;
For a glimpse of her face.
I would travel to Cheme;
And to Burkon-on-Trent;
I would ford every stream;
If I knew what that meant.
I would climb up and sing;
From the top of the Dome;
If I thought it would bring;
My mother home...

I'm going out to find her,
Yes I, the one who undermined her;
The course to follow that my heart espouses,
Find her and her ghastly blouses.
I'll tramp, I tramp from Kent to Cattarick;
I'll light my candles to St Patrick;
Until I find my geriatric,
Mother, Mrs Overall...

I'm going out to find her,
Yes I, who never wined or dined her;
I never took her to a show or ballet,
Just because she was doolally.
But now, luckily, bizarrely;
She'll travel from Biarritz to Bali;
Please find her - or there's no finale;
Mrs O-O-O-Overall...!