Kinky Friedman - Catfish Lyrics
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| Kinky Friedman
- Catfish Lyrics
Album: Lasso from El Paso (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 would not pay. So he packed his glove and took his arm And one day he just ran away. Catfish, million dollar man. Nobody can throw that ball like Catfish can. Way up where the Yankees are Smoke a custom made cigar. Catfish, million dollar man. Nobody can throw that ball like Catfish can. Reggie Jackson at the plate Seeing nothing 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.
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