Tigers at Silverdome.

Dad had season’s tickets

At his sports store

To share with friends

And customers.

Good spot in the stands.

Familiar fans on either side. Their second home.

Beer and franks.

Scuse me, scuse me.

Pass over the cash.

Only mustard or the works?

And how they could heckle the umps!

Non stop and LOUD.

WHAT’s with your head.

Open both eyes willya.

Not a strike at all

You fuddydud.

All considerations of colour

Were of no importance to US fans.

Once inside they were all family.

With eyes open for the thrills

Of the day

Dad and I were not so smooth.

Through friends he had heard

Of muggings, even murder

Out on the asphalt lot.

And beware of those ticket scalpers.

Stick close to me Doug OK.

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