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