It must be hard, ringing the bells of doors that don't swing wide
Anymore
It must be hard, hearing 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 fellows 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 tell 'em all where to go
Now it must be hard getting the same heave-ho
Ballantines
The 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 kinda jam you're in
But will angels dance on the head of another pin
Ballantines?
Ballantines
Ballantines!