| There’s your hoe out in the sun
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| Where you left a row half done
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| You claim that hoein' ain’t no fun
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| (well I can prove it)
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| You ain’t got no ambition
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| Gone fishin' by a shady wady pool
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| (Shangri-La, really la)
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| I’m wishin' I could be that kind of fool (should I twist your arm?)
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| I’d say no more work for mine
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| (welcome to the club)
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| On my door I’d hang a sign
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| Gone fishin' instead of just a-wishin'
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| Papa Bing (yeah Louis)
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| I stopped by your place a time or two lately
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| And you aren’t home either
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| Well, I’m a busy man Louis. |
| I got a lotta deals cookin'
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| I was probably tied up at the
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| studio
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| You weren’t tied up you
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| dog
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| You was just plain old…
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| Gone fishin'
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| There’s a sign upon your door (Pops,
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| don’t blab it around, will you?)
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| Gone fishin' (keep it shady, I got me a big one staked out)
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| Mmm, you ain’t workin' anymore (I don’t have to work, I got me a piece
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| of Gary)
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| Cows need milkin' in the barn (I have
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| the twins on that detail, they each
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| take a side)
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| But you just don’t give a darn (give 'em
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| four bits a cow and hand lotion)
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| You just never seem to learn (man, you
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| taught me)
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| You ain’t got no ambition (you're
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| convincin' me)
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| Gone fishin'
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| Got your hound dog by your side (that's
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| old Cindy-Lou goin' with me)
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| Gone fishin'
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| Fleas are bitin' at his hide (get away
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| from me boy, you bother me)
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| Mmm, folks won’t find us now because
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| Mister Satch and Mister Cros
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| We gone fishin' instead of just
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| a-wishin' |