Up every mornin' just to keep my job
I gotta fight my way through the hustling mob
Sounds of the city poundin' in my brain
While another day goes down the drain (yeah, yeah)
But it's a five o'clock world when the whistle blows
No one owns a piece of my time
And there's a five o'clock me inside my clothes
Thinkin' that the world looks fine, yeah
(SCAT: oh-de-lay-ee-ee, etc )
There ain't enough time for the pay I get
I'm livin' on money that I ain't earned yet
I've been goin' tryin' just to make my way
But I live for the end of the day (yeah, yeah)
Cuz it's a five o'clock world when the whistle blows
No one owns a piece of my time
And there's a long-haired girl who waits, I know
To ease my troubled mind, yeah
(SCAT: oh-de-lay-ee-ee, etc )
In the shelter of her arms everything's OK
When she talks and the world goes slippin' away
When I need a reason I can still go on
When every other reason is gone, (yeah, yeah)
In my five o'clock world she waits for me
Nothing else matters at all
Cuz every time my baby smiles at me
I know that's it's all worthwhile, yeah
(SCAT: oh-de-lay-ee-ee, etc ) to end
