Catfish — текст песни (Bob Dylan)

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. finleys farm

But the old man wouldnt 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.