Текст песни Bob Dylan - Catfish
Bob Dylan - Catfish слова песни
Lazy stadium nightCatfish 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 farmBut the old man wouldnt paySo he packed his glove and took his armAn 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 plateSeein nothin but the curve,Swing too early or too lateGot to eat what catfish serve.Catfish, million-dollar-man,Nobody can throw the ball like catfish can.Even billy martin grinsWhen the fish is in the game.Every season twenty winsGonna make the hall of fame.Catfish, million-dollar-man,Nobody can throw the ball like catfish can.