Well, it's rough getting in at 4.45, getting up at a quarter to five
It's the wee hours of the morning, just a few clock ticks till dawn
And there ain't no use in lying, been honky-tonking all night long
Saw my face there in the mirror, what a low-down sorry sight
And my tongue feels kind of fuzzy, really tied one on last night
Forty winks, a bliss-hound sleep on a big soft-feather bed
Forty winks is what I need to clear my aching head
But I ain't got time to lay me down, just hope that I'll survive
It's rough getting in at 4.45, getting up at a quarter to five
The boss man got no patience, he's got a heart as hard as a rock
He's standing there just waiting for me to punch that clock
If he knew what I was thinking, he'd probably fire me on the spot
And the way I feel this morning, I'm not afraid to say goodbye

I just as soon he would as not
Forty winks, a bliss-hound sleep on a big soft-feather bed
Forty winks is what I need to clear my aching head
But I ain't got time to lay me down, just hope that I'll survive
It's rough getting in at 4.45, getting up at a quarter to five
It's rough getting in at 4.45, getting up at a quarter to five

Forty winks, a bliss-hound sleep on a big soft-feather bed
Forty winks, a bliss-hound sleep on a big soft-feather bed