| Song | The Cheap Seats |
| Artist | Alabama |
| Album | Cheap Seats |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Hummon, Sharp | |
| 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. | |
| Chorus | |
| We like 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. | |
| Chorus | |
| Cheap seats | |
| Now the majors called up oh what's his name. | |
| And one more buildin' rises come. | |
| And suddenly we're all grown up. | |
| And this old town 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. | |
| Chorus | |
| Cheap seats |
| zuo ci : Hummon, Sharp | |
| 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. | |
| Chorus | |
| We like 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. | |
| Chorus | |
| Cheap seats | |
| Now the majors called up oh what' s his name. | |
| And one more buildin' rises come. | |
| And suddenly we' re all grown up. | |
| And this old town not quite so small. | |
| But I' ll always miss the middle size town. | |
| In the middle of the middlewest. | |
| With no name pitchers and local bands, | |
| and mustard and relish and all the rest. | |
| Chorus | |
| Cheap seats |
| zuò cí : Hummon, Sharp | |
| 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. | |
| Chorus | |
| We like 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. | |
| Chorus | |
| Cheap seats | |
| Now the majors called up oh what' s his name. | |
| And one more buildin' rises come. | |
| And suddenly we' re all grown up. | |
| And this old town not quite so small. | |
| But I' ll always miss the middle size town. | |
| In the middle of the middlewest. | |
| With no name pitchers and local bands, | |
| and mustard and relish and all the rest. | |
| Chorus | |
| Cheap seats |