Five O'Clock World

Five O'Clock World - The Vogues

Up every morning just to keep a job

I gotta fight my way through the hussling mob

Sounds of the city pounding in my brain

While another day goes down the drain (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

Holiday yeah

Trading my time for the pay I get

Living on money that I ain't made yet

Gotta keep going gotta make my way

While I live for the end of the day

Because 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

Holiday yeah

In the shelter of her arms everything's okay

She talks and the world goes slipping away

And I know the reason I can still go on

When every other reason is gone

In my five o'clock world she waits for me

Nothing else matters at all

Because everytime my baby smiles at me

I know that it's all worthwhile yeah

Holiday yeah

Holiday yeah