FIVE O'CLOCK WORLD

Up every mornin just to keep a 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 But its a five oclock world when the whistle blows No one owns a piece of my time And theres a five oclock me inside my clothes Thinkin that the world looks fine, yeah oh my lady, yeah Tradin my time for the pay I get Livin on money that I aint made yet Ive been goin tryin to make my way While I live for the end of the day Cuz its a five oclock world when the whistle blows No one owns a piece of my time, and Theres a long-haired girl who waits, I know To ease my troubled mind, yeah oh my lady, yeah In the shelter of her arms everythings OK When she talks then the world goes slippin away And I know the reason I can still go on When every other reason is gone, In my five oclock world she waits for me Nothing else matters at all Cuz every time my baby smiles at me I know thats its all worthwhile, yeah oh my lady, yeah oh my lady, yeah