Standard (EADGBE)
This town ain't big This town ain't small It's a little of both they s ay
Our ball club may be minor-league But at least it's triple A
We sit be-low the Marlboro man Above the right-field w all
We do the wave all by ourselves "Hey Ump, a blind man coulda made that c all!"
Chorus
We like our beer as flat as can be We like our dogs with mustard and re-li sh
We've got a great pitcher, what's his name Well, we can't even spell it
We don't worry about the pennants much We just like to see the boys hit it d eep
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 aga in
That local band is back in town They've got a kind of minor-league so und
They're not that bad They're not that good But all in all, it's under-s tood
We want to dance, they want to play We wouldn't have it any other w ay
Go to chorus, lead, "cheap seats", to third verse
Now the majors call up old what's his name And one more building rises t all
And suddenly we're all grown up And this old town's not quite so sm all
But I'll always miss the middle-size towns In the middle of the middle West
With no name pitchers and local bands And mustard and relish and all the re st
Go to chorus, "Cheap Seats" "He hits it it's going going going yeah-eah It's
a home run" "Cheap Seats"