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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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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The Cheap Seats
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