up every morning just to keep a job gotta fight my way through the husslin mob sounds of the city poundin in my brain while another day goes down the drain 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 tradin my time for the pay i get livin on the money that i ain t made yet gotta keep going gotta make my way but i live for the end of the day 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 in the shelter of her arms everythings okay she talks and the world goes slippin away i know the reason i can still go on when every other reason is gone cause in my five o clock world she waits for me nothing else matters at all cause everytime my baby smiles at me i know that its all worthwhile yeah 