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 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

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, fade........