I'm tellin' you once 

And I ain't kiddin' 'round 

You got two weeks to get outta town. 

Gonna give you two weeks 

'till I break out the plow 

And set the scarecrow free 

From his stake in the ground. 

So long! 

Roll on. 

The plow is greased 

And it's ready to crease - 

Better get outta town. 

Tell me, daddy, 

Are you happy now? 

Got yer back to the wall, 

One kick sends you down. 

That old black magic 

Has spun silk in my head. 

It's much too late to turn back what's been done and said. 



No kind of cash 

Deflects the lash. 

If you chose to play - 

There's hell to pay. 

Are you happy now? 

The alarm's been set 

For the monkey and pet. 

You got two weeks 'till - 

I know that a man's 

Gotta make his ends meet, 

But you soiled your sheets.