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've 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      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      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      Cheap seats      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'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 and 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 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      Cheap seats