THE CHEAP SEATS

 

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)

 

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