text: Theyre barring the doors at the back of the hall
  Its cold in the winter, some freeze in the fall
  The banquets the supper thats set for the swine
  If youre not at the gathering, and youve gone down the line
  Youre the last to arrive, youre the first one to leave
  You dont give us the time, you dont drop us a line
  Well a dime in the phone is the best way I know
  Youre the last to arrive, my friend youre the first one to go
  The truck picks you up on your front porch at night
  And youre back before sundown if you dont get blind
  Were not chaining you down to your castle tonight
  Were just trying to make you see some sort of light
  Theyll all drink your health out of pewter and wood
  Get drunk in the hayloft playing dirty and good
  Theres ten pounds of oxen were skewered on spit
  Therell not be an ounce if you dont make it quick