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
Hey ump, a blind man could have made that call
We like our 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 'bout the pennant much
We just like to see the boys in it deep
There's nothing like the view from the cheap seats
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 kind of 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
We like our 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 'bout the pennant much
We just like to see the boys in it deep
There's nothing like the view from the cheap seats
Cheap Seats!
Now the Majors called up ol' what's his name
And one more building 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
The no name pitchers, local bands,
mustard, relish and all the rest
We like our 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 'bout the pennant much
We just like to see the boys in it deep
There's nothing like the view from the cheap seats
Cheap Seats!
Cheap Seats!