Bob Dylan - Catfish lyrics

Lazy stadium night Catfish on the mound. "strike three," the umpire said, Batter have to go back and sit down. Catfish, million-dollar-man, Nobody can throw the ball like catfish can. Used to work on mr. finley's farm But the old man wouldn't pay So he packed his glove and took his arm An' one day he just ran away. Catfish, million-dollar-man, Nobody can throw the ball like catfish can. Come up where the yankees are, Dress up in a pinstripe suit, Smoke a custom-made cigar, Wear an alligator boot. Catfish, million-dollar-man, Nobody can throw the ball like catfish can. Carolina born and bred, Love to hunt the little quail. Got a hundred-acre spread, Got some huntin' dogs for sale. Catfish, million-dollar-man, Nobody can throw the ball like catfish can. Reggie jackson at the plate Seein' nothin' but the curve, Swing too early or too late Got to eat what catfish serve. Catfish, million-dollar-man, Nobody can throw the ball like catfish can. Even billy martin grins When the fish is in the game. Every season twenty wins Gonna make the hall of fame. Catfish, million-dollar-man, Nobody can throw the ball like catfish can.