Catfish - Bob Dylan,. Jacques Levy

    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.
     
     

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