| | Catfish Lyrics Artist(Band):Bob Dylan
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. If you find some error in Catfish Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Review the song Catfish The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.  Download "Bob Dylan" Music | |
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