The Cheap Seats lyrics

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 off, a blind man could`ve made that call.

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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 planet 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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Now the majors called up oh what`s his name.
And one more buildin` rises come.
And suddenly we`re all grown up.
And this old town 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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