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      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   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 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'   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'   Got your hound dog by your side   That's old Cindy-Lou goin' with me   Gone fishin'   Fleas are bitin' at his hide   Get away from me boy, you botherin' me      Mmm, folks won't find us now because   Mister Satch and Mister Cross   We gone fishin' instead of just a-wishin'   Oh yeah