Five O'clock World

Five O'clock World - The Vogues

Up ev'ry 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

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 the money that I ain't made yet

Gotta keep goin' 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 Holiday-yeah

In the shelter of her arms ev'rything's ok

She talks and the world goes slipping away

And I know the reason I can still go on

When ev'ry other reason is gone

In my five o'clock world she waits for me

Nothing else matters at all

'Cause ev'ry time my baby smiles at me

I know that it's all worthwhile yeah

Holiday yeah

Holiday yeah