They're barring the doors at the back of the hall

It's cold in the winter, some freeze in the fall

The banquet's the supper that's set for the swine

If you're not at the gathering, and you've gone down the line



You're the last to arrive, you're the first one to leave

You don't give us the time, you don't drop us a line

Well a dime in the phone is the best way I know

You're the last to arrive, my friend you're the first one to go



The truck picks you up on your front porch at night

And you're back before sundown if you don't get blind

We're not chaining you down to your castle tonight

We're just trying to make you see some sort of light



They'll all drink your health out of pewter and wood

Get drunk in the hayloft playing dirty and good

There's ten pounds of oxen were skewered on spit

There'll not be an ounce if you don't make it quick