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!
Lyrics from “The Cheap Seats” by Alabama
