(jimmy dean/lyrics by myles goodwyn)   Published by acuff rose music, inc. - bmi      Hard times, hard times, hard times, hard times      When the college professor has no class   And the quarterback would rather pass   And the pump jockey complains of gas   It's hard times, hard times   When the taxi driver he can't hack it   And the tennis player can't stand the racket   When allies refuse to pack it, it's hard times   Hard times, hard times, real hard times      When the elevator can't find the floor   And the doorman he can't find the door   When they give to the rich what they take from the poor, it's hard times   Seems your money's gone before it's spent   If you're not busted then you're badly bent   To give it away doesn't make any sense, it's hard times   Hard times, hard times, real hard times, hard times      Now grandma forgets how to knit   And the wise man has lost his wit   And my tailor feels unfit, it's hard times, hard times   When the fashion model's lost her poise   And santa clause smashes all the toys   When boys could be girls, and girls could be boys, it's hard times   Hard times, hard times, real hard times, hard times      When the clock on the wall's got no time for jokes   And kreskin says it's all a hoax   When the surgeon general chain smokes, it's hard times   When the truck driver don't wanna truck   And the hockey player won't touch the puck   And the rock musician don't wanna fool around, it's hard times   Hard times, hard times, real hard times   Harder times, hard times      I was talking to this lady the other day and she was telling me..........