Gone Fishin’ Songtext
von Bing Crosby
Gone Fishin’ Songtext
You 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 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 (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
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, 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!
Well there'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 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 (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
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, 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!
Writer(s): Charles F. Kenny, Nick A. Kenny Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com