Gone Fishin'

Gone Fishin' - Bing Crosby (平克·勞斯)/Louis Armstrong (路易斯·阿姆斯特朗)/John Scott Trotter & His Orchestra

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 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

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' 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

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'

Bah-boo-dah-do-dah-do-dah-do

Oh yeah