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Cheap Seats Written by - Marcus Hummon & Randy Sharp From - Cheap Seats 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 coulda made that call We like our beer flat as can be We like our dogs with mustard and relish We've 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 hit it deep There's nothing like the view From the cheap seats The game was close We call it a win 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 It's understood We want to dance They want to 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've 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 hit it deep There's nothing like the view From the cheap seats Cheap seats Now the majors call up old 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 With no name pitchers Local bands And mustard and relish and all the rest We like our beer flat as can be We like our dogs with mustard and relish We've 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 hit it deep There's nothing like the view From the cheap seats Cheap seats ©Careers-BMG Music Publishing / EMI Longitude Music |