[Verse 1: Ska-punk male lead, shouting over the choppy upstroke guitar] Bought the tickets on a Monday for twelve bucks each Way up at the top where the air can't reach Climbed eleven flights with a hot dog and a beer Got a nosebleed on the stairs on the way up here Usher with a flashlight lookin' at us like we're lost Section four-thirty, that's the bottom of the cost Me and Tony and his brother and the girl from the deli Sweatin' through our shirts with the mustard on our belly Can't see the drummer and the singer's like an ant But the bass comes up the concrete and it's makin' us chant [Chorus: Ska-punk male lead] Section four-thirty, row double Z Twelve bucks a ticket and the air is free Can't see the singer, but the singer sees me Nobody sits down in the cheap seats [Verse 2: Ska-punk male lead, faster, the horns punchin' between lines] Down in the front row with the hundred-dollar wristbands Everybody sittin' with a phone in their fists, man Filmin' every song that they're never gonna watch Checkin' on the babysitter, checkin' on the clock Up here we're skankin' till the railings start to shake Tony's brother lost a shoe and the deli girl's awake Every kid in the section jumpin' up on the count Every seat in the row's got a footprint, no doubt Usher with the flashlight gave up an hour ago Now he's bobbin' at the top of the stairs with the show [Chorus: Ska-punk male lead] Section four-thirty, row double Z Twelve bucks a ticket and the air is free Can't see the singer, but the singer sees me Nobody sits down in the cheap seats [Verse 3: Ska-punk male lead, shouting, the bass guitar runnin'] Then the usher climbs up with a card in his hand Says, "The band saw you jumpin' on the big screen, man Got eight empty seats in the very first row And they want you down there for the end of the show" Tony looks at me, and I look at the girl And the deli girl's laughin' like it's the end of the world I said, "Tell 'em thank you, but we're stayin' up here 'Cause the view from the bottom ain't half as clear" Then the singer looks up past the lights and the beams Says, "This last one goes out to the cheap seats" [Horns Take the Hook: Ska-punk male lead shouts once, then the trumpet and trombone play the hook melody alone] One, two, take it [Chorus: Ska-punk male lead, last time, everybody jumpin'] Section four-thirty, row double Z Twelve bucks a ticket and the air is free Can't see the singer, but the singer sees me Nobody sits down in the cheap seats [End]
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