Lyrics:

I'll tell you why I can't find youEvery time I go out to your place...You gone fishin' (well how you know)Well ther
e'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 i
n the sunWhere you left a row half doneYou claim that hoein' ain't no fun (well I can prove it)You ain't got no ambitionGo
ne 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 signGone fishin' instead of just a-wishin'Papa Bing (y
eah Louis)I stopped by your place a time or two latelyAnd you aren't home eitherWell, I'm a busy man Louis. I got a lotta de
als cookin'I was probably tied up at the studioYou weren't tied up you dogYou was just plain old...Gone fishin' (bah-boo-b
ah-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 fish
in' (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-h
mm-hmm-hmm)Fleas are bitin' at his hide (get away from me boy, you bother