Gone Fishin' - Manhattan Transfer

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

(Shangri-La, 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'

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 bother me)

Mmm, folks won’t find us now because

Mister Satch and Mister Cros

We gone fishin' instead of just

a-wishin'