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.
Hang off, a blind man could've made that call.
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.
So this is Ollie. King of Cheap. Who doesn't want a bargain?
Poor Ollie even got slammed in the head at the game. He
just continued to hang around.
Before the game....
They were crusin down the river...
On a Sunday afternoon.....