Lyrics: Gilberto Santa Rosa. Conciencia.

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
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