Up every mornin' 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)      But its a five o'clock world when the whistle blows   No one owns a piece of my time   And theres a five oclock me inside my clothes   Thinkin?that the world looks fine, yeah      (SCAT: oh-de-lay-ee-ee, etc )      Tradin' my time for the pay I get   Livin' on money that I aint made yet   Ive been goin' tryin' to make my way   While I live for the end of the day (yeah, yeah)      Cuz its a five o'clock world when the whistle blows   No one owns a piece of my time   Theres a long-haired girl who waits, I know   To ease my troubled mind, yeah      (SCAT: oh-de-lay-ee-ee, etc )      In the shelter of her arms everythings 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)      In my five o'clock world she waits for me   Nothing else matters at all   Cuz every time my baby smiles at me   I know thats its all worthwhile, yeah      (SCAT: oh-de-lay-ee-ee, etc )