it must be hard ringin the bells of doors that don t swing wide anymore it must be hard hearin the sound of voices just inside of the door and men who couldn t hold your coat once hung on every anecdote so it must be hard watching the fellas gloat ballantines it must be hard seeing the same old crowd just pass you by in the street it must be tough knowing your stuff could only horrify the elite you d cut off everyone you know boy you d told em all where to go now it must be hard getting the same heave ho ballantines well patrons at the bar in lexington kentucky once sprung for every drink you downed but things the way they are it s not that kind of party if what you ve got just might be going around  and fat cats won t be getting thin seeing the kind of jam you re in but will the angels dance on the head of another pin ballantines ballantines ballantines