| This town ain’t big, this town ain’t small
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| It’s a little of both they say
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| 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
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| We do the wave all by ourself
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| Hey ump, a blind man could’ve made that call
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| We like our beer flat as can be We like our dogs with mustard and relish
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| We got a great pitcher what’s his name
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| Well we can’t even spell it We don’t worry about the pennant much
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| We just like to see the boys hit it deep
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| There’s nothing like the view from the cheap seats
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| The game was close, we’ll call it a win
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| Go off to toast the boys again
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| That local band is back in town
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| They got a kinda minor league sound
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| They’re not that bad, they’re not that good
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| But all in all it’s understood
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| We wanna dance, they wanna play
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| We wouldn’t have it any other way
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| We like our beer flat as can be We like our dogs with mustard and relish
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| We got a great pitcher what’s his name
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| Well we can’t even spell it We don’t worry about the pennant much
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| We just like to see the boys hit it deep
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| There’s nothing like the view from the cheap seats
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| Cheap seats
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| Now the majors called up ol' what’s his name
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| And one more buildin' rises tall
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| And suddenly we’re all grown up And this old town not quite so small
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| But I’ll always miss the middle size town
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| In the middle of the middle-west
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| With no name pitchers and local bands
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| And mustard and relish and all the rest
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| We like our beer flat as can be We like our dogs with mustard and relish
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| We got a great pitcher what’s his name
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| Well we can’t even spell it We don’t worry about the pennant much
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| We just like to see the boys hit it deep
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| There’s nothing like the view from the cheap seats
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| Cheap seats |