I'll tell you why I can't find you

Every time I go out to your place...



You gone fishin' (well how you know)

Well there's a sign upon your door (uh-huh)

Gone fishin' (I'm real gone man)

You ain't workin' anymore (could be)

There's your hoe out in the sun

Where you left a row half done

You claim that hoein' ain't no fun (well I can prove it)

You ain't got no ambition



Gone fishin' by a shady wady pool (Shangrila, really la)

I'm wishin' I could be that kind of fool (should I twist your arm?)

I'd say no more work for mine (welcome to the club)

On my door I'd hang a sign

Gone fishin' instead of just a-wishin'



Papa Bing (yeah Louis)

I stopped by your place a time or two lately

And you aren't home either

Well, I'm a busy man Louis. I got a lotta deals cookin'

I was probably tied up at the studio

You weren't tied up you dog

You was just plain old...



Gone fishin' (bah-boo-bah-boo-bah-boo-bah-boo-bah)

There's a sign upon your door (Pops, don't blab it around, will you?)

Gone fishin' (keep it shady, I got me a big one staked out)

Mmm, you ain't workin' anymore (I don't have to work, I got me a piece of

Gary)

Cows need milkin' in the barn (I have the twins on that detail, they each

take a side)

But you just don't give a darn (give 'em four bits a cow and hand lotion)

You just never seem to learn (man, you taught me)

You ain't got no ambition (you're convincin' me)



Gone fishin' (bah-boo-dah-do-dah-do-dah-do)

Got your hound dog by your side (that's old Cindy-Lou goin' with me)

Gone fishin' (mmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm)

Fleas are bitin' at