Louis Armstrong, Bing Crosby - Gone Fishin'

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