Catfish - Joe Cocker

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 wouldn’t pay

So he packed his glove and took his arm

And one day he just ran away

Come up where the Yankees are

Dress up in a pinstripe suit

Smoke a custom-made cigar

Wear an alligator boot

Carolina born and bred

Love to hunt the little quail

Got a hundred-acre spread

Got some huntin' dogs for sale

Reggie Jackson at the plate

Seeing' nothing' but the curve

Swing too early or too late

Got to eat what Catfish serve

Even Billy Martin grins

When the Fish is in the game

Every season twenty wins

Gonna make the Hall of Fame