MARCUS HUMMON/RANDY SHARP
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 ourselves
Hey ump, a blind man could have made that call
CHORUS:
We like our beer flat as can be
We like our dogs with mustard and relish
We've got a great pitcher, ol 'what's-his-name'
Hell, 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
And go off to toast the boys again
That local band is back in town
They've got a kind of minor league sound
They're not that bad, they're not that good
But all in all its understood
We wanna dance, they wanna play
We wouldn't have it any other way
REPEAT CHORUS
The majors called up ol 'what's-his-name'
As one more building rises tall
And suddenly we're all grown up
This ol' town is not quite so small
But i'll always miss the middle-sized town
With no name pitchers, lousy bands,
Mustard, relish and all of the rest
CAREERS - BMG MUSIC PUBLISHING, INC/ANY LUCK MUSIC(BMI)