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