Up every mornin' just to keep a job   I gotta fight my way through the busslin' 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   Holiday, yeah      Tradin' my time for the pay I get   Livin' on money that I ain't made yet   Gotta keep goin', gotta make my way   But I live for the end of the day      And 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 hippie 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 slippin' 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   Nothin' else matters at all   'Cause every time my baby smiles at me   I know that it's all worthwhile, yeah   Holiday, yeah, holiday, yeah