Likes to put up a fight
The crude hillbilly type
Digits to lose
In a river in denim shorts
Diving and baiting
Oh, he's got fishin' to do
But no rod and reels as before

It's a tradition, you see
Southern sport
Seek catfish to eat
The men are wild
Grungy hand and arm stained
With liver, pig blood, and more
Bait splatter
In a hole to be shoved
In, well as far... as it goes...

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(Oh-oh, here he comes)
Scratches and bites
Catfish will on fingers chomp
(Oh-oh, here he comes)
He's a cat fister
(Oh-oh, here he comes)
Bare hands as bait
Some gills to crush
(Oh-oh, here he comes)
He's a cat fister

Ain't got nothin' to lose
Type of fishin' hillbillies choose
All done by hand
To some, it may even be an art
Makes for good banter
Over a nice beer
And a well-cooked catfish lunch!

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[Instrumental Interlude]

Ooooooooh
(Oh-oh, here he comes)
Here he comes
Wildness enjoys
Catfish to stump
(Whoa-oh, here he comes
(Hands out) he's a cat fister
(Oh-oh, here he comes)
(He's a cat fister)
Divin' down, comin' up
(Oh-oh, here he comes)
Here he comes, he's a cat fister
(Oh-oh, here he comes)
(So proud)
Loves to put up a fight, oh- yeah!
(Oh-oh, here he comes)
Here he comes
He's a cat fister
(Oh-oh, here he comes)
(He's a cat fister)
Reckless and wild, whoooa
(Oh-oh, here he comes)
Here he comes
No rods, no reels, no flies
(Oh-oh, here he comes)
Oh, greased up, yuck stuff
Hands and arms mucked up
(Oh-oh, here he comes)
(Yeah, yeah) he's a cat fister
(Oh-oh, here he comes)
(He's a cat fister)
Never, ever, hesitating
(Oh-oh, here he comes)
Yes, he's cat fister