Get ’Em Out by Friday Songtext
von Steve Hackett

Get them out by Friday
You don′t get paid 'til the last one′s well on his way
Get them out by Friday
It's important that we keep to schedule, there must be no delay

I represent a farmer gentleman who recently purchased this house
And all the others in the row
In the interest of humanity we've found
A better place for you to go, go, go
Oh no, this I can′t believe
Oh Mary, they′re asking us to leave
Get them out by Friday

Oh, I told you that the boards could nearly go if we let them stay
And if it isn't easy, you can squeeze a little grease in our troubles
We′ll soon run away
After all this time they ask us to leave
And I told them we could pay double the rent
I don't know why it seems so funny
Seeing as how they take my money


The winkler called again, he came here this morning
With four hundred pounds and a photograph of the place he has found

A block of flats with central heating
I think we′re going to find it hard now
We got them, I've always said that cash, cash, cash can do anything
Well, the world can be rewarding when a flash of intuition
Is the gift that helps you excel
Here we are in a Hollywood town
You′ll recognize your block across the square, over there
The services last time we spoke were about up the rate
Still raise your cane, just a bit
Oh no, this I can't believe

Oh Mary, we agreed to leave

This is an announcement from genetic control (It is, Moises)


The masters of genetic control
Have been buying all the properties
That have recently been sold
Taking risks oh so bold
It's said now the people
Will be shorter in height
They can fit in twice as many
In the same building site
They say it′s alright

They′re giddy when the tenants
Of the town are hollow
In the interest of humanity
They've been told they must go
Told they must go, go, go, go

I think I′ll fix a new deal
A dozen properties
We'll buy eight, buy seven
Instead of thirty-four
Some are still inhabited
It′s time to send away
Good riddance, leave them
You'll have to work some more

With land in your hand, you′ll be happy, Arlo
Invest in the church for your elbow