KINKY FRIEDMAN

KINKY FRIEDMAN - CATFISH lyrics

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Catfish<br>

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(Bob Dylan, Jacques Levy)<br>

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Lazy stadium night,<br>

Catfish on the mound.<br>

“Strike three,” the umpire said,<br>

Batter have to go back and sit down.<br>

Catfish, million dollar man.<br>

Nobody can throw the ball like Catfish can.<br>

Used to work on Mr. Finley’s farm<br>

But the old man would not pay.<br>

So he packed his glove and took his arm<br>

And one day he just ran away.<br>

Catfish, million dollar man.<br>

Nobody can throw that ball like Catfish can.<br>

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Way up where the Yankees are<br>

Smoke a custom made cigar.<br>

Catfish, million dollar man.<br>

Nobody can throw that ball like Catfish can.<br>

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Reggie Jackson at the plate<br>

Seeing nothing but the curve.<br>

Swing too early or too late,<br>

Got to eat what Catfish serve.<br>

Catfish, million dollar man.<br>

Nobody can throw the ball like Catfish can.<br>

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