Five O'Clock World

(album: Five O'Clock World - 1966)

Up every morning just to keep a job
I gotta fight my way through the hustling mob
Sounds of the city pounding 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
Thinking that the world looks fine, yeah
Oh my lady, yeah

Trading my time for the pay I get
Living on money that I ain't made yet
I've been going trying 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 slipping 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