There’s a sign upon your door
Gone fishin’
You ain’t workin’ anymore
Cows need milkin’ in the barn
But you just don’t give a darn
You just never seem to learn
You ain’t got no ambition.
Gone fishin’
Got your hound dog by your side
Gone fishin’
Fleas are bitin’ at his hide
Folks won’t find us now because
Mister Satch and Mister Cros
We gone fishin’ instead of just a-wishin’.”