up every morning 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 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 oh my lady yeah tradin my time for the pay i get livin on money that i ain t made yet i ve been goin tryin to 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 oh my lady yeah in the shelter of her arms everything s 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 yeah yeah yeah in my five o clock world she waits for me nothing else matters at all cause every time my baby smiles at me i know that s it s all worthwhile yeah oh my lady yeah oh my lady yeah oh my lady yeah