Gone Fishin'

I'll tell you why I can't find ya Every time to your place you've 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 working 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 (but I can prove it!) You ain't got no ambition Gone fishin,' By a shady, wady pool (shangri-la! 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 wishin' Papa Bing (yeah, Louie?) I stopped by your place a time or two lately And you weren'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 wasn't tied up, you dog, you was just plain ol' 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, mmm (get away from me boy, you bother me) 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! --- Gone Fishin' - Bing Crosby and Louis Armstrong