Intro:                                            Verse: |            |                                                   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 coulda 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 about the pennant much We just like to see the boys hit it deep. There’s nothing like the view from the cheap seats. Intro:                                            Verse: 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. Chorus: Lead:                       Cheap Seats                                   Verse: Now the majors called up oh what’s his name And one more buildin’ rises tall. 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. Chorus: Intro: Cheap seats