Five O'Clock World

Up every mornin' just to keep a job
 I gotta fight my way through the hustlin' mob
 Sounds of the city poundin' in my brain
 While another day goes down the drain (yeah, 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
 Holiday, yeah
 Tradin' my time for the pay I get
 Livin' on money that I ain't made yet
 Gotta keep goin', gotta make my way
 But I live for the end of the day (yeah, yeah, yeah)
 'Cause 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
 Holiday, yeah
 In the shelter of her arms, everything's okay
 She talks and the world goes slippin' away
 And I know the reason I can still go on
 When every other reason is gone (yeah, yeah, yeah)
 In my five o'clock world, she waits for me
 Nothin' else matters at all
 'Cause every time my baby smiles at me
 I know that it's all worthwhile, yeah
 Holiday, yeah
 Holiday, yeah