I'll tell you why I can't find you
Every time I go out to your place

You gone fishing (well how 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 hoe out in the sun
Where you left a row half done
You claim that hoeing ain't no fun (well I can prove it)
You ain't got no ambition

Gone fishing by a shady wady pool (Shangrila, really la)
I'm wishing 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 fishing instead of just a-wishing

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 lot a deals cooking
I was probably tied up at the studio
You weren't tied up you dog
You was just plain old...

Gone fishing (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 fishing (keep it shady, I got me a big one staked out)
Mmm, 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 (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 convincing me)

Gone fishing (bah-boo-dah-do-dah-do-dah-do)
Got your hound dog by your side (that's old Cindy-Lou going with me)
Gone fishing (mmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm)
Fleas are biting 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 fishing instead of just a-wishing
Bah-boo-baby-bah-boo-bah-bay-mmm-bo-bay
Oh yeah