Lời bài hát: Manhattan Transfer. Spirit Of St. Louis. Gone Fishin'.

(Nick Kenny / Charles Kenny)

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 (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 (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'

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 big 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)
Oohhh, 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 got 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're botherin' 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-boo-bay
Oh yeah!