I'll tell you why I can't find you.
Every time I go out to your place, you're gone fishing.
Oh, you know.
Well, there's a sign upon your door.
Uh-huh.
Gone fishing.
I'm real gone, man.
You ain't working anymore.
Could be.
There's your hole out in the sun
Where you left a row half done
You claimed that hoeing ain't no fun
But I can prove it.
You ain't got no ambition
Gone fishing
By a shady, weighty pool
Shangri-la.
Really la.
I'm wishing I could be that kind of fool
Shall 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 fishing
Instead
Gone fishing
Instead of just a-wishing
Papa Bing, I've stopped by your place a time or two lately
and you aren't home either.
Well, I'm a busy man, Louie.
I got a lot of big deals cooking.
I was probably tied up at the studio.
You weren't tied up, you dog.
You was just playing old
Gone fishing
There's a sign upon your door
Pops, don't blab it around, will you?
Gone fishing
Keep it shady.
I got me a big one staked out.
You ain't working anymore.
I don't have to work.
I got me a piece of Gary.
Cows need milking in the barn.
I have the twins on that detail.
They each take a side.
But you just don't give a darn.
I'm getting four bits of cow and hand lotion.
You just never seem to learn.
Man, you taught me.
You ain't got no ambition.
You're convincing me.
Gone fishing
Got your hound dog by your side
That's old Cindy Lou going with me.
Gone fishing
Fleas are biting at his hind
Get away from me, boy.
You're bothering me.
Folks won't find us now because
Mr. Satch and Mr. Cross
We gone fishing
Instead of just a-wishing
Oh, yeah
I would just like to pretend


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