Lyric Gone Fishin

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 his hide (get away from me boy, you bother me)

Mmm, folks won t find us now because
Mister Satch and Mister Cros
We gone fishin instead of just a-wishin
Bah-boo-baby-bah-boo-bah-bay-mmm-bo-bay
Oh yeah!