This town ain`t big, this town ain`t small It`s a little of both they say Our ball club may be minor league but at least it`s triple A
We sit below the Marlboro man, above the right field wall We do the wave all by ourself Hang ump, a blind man could`ve made that call
Chorus: We like beer flat as can be We like our dogs with mustard and relish We got a great pitcher what`s his name Well we can`t even spell it We don`t worry about the penant much We just like to see the boys hit it deep There`s nothing like the view from the cheap seats
The game was close, we`ll call it a win Go off to toast the boys again That local band is back in town They got a kinda minor league sound
They`re not that bad, they`re not that good But all in all it`s understood We wanna dance, they wanna play We wouldn`t have it any other way
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Cheap seats
Now the majors called up oh what`s his name And one more buildin` rises tall And suddenly we`re all grown up And this old town`s not quite so small But I`ll always miss the middle size town In the middle of the middle-west With no name pitchers and local bands, And mustard and relish and all the rest.
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Cheap seats
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