Every morning of everyday    I wake up; it's the same ole thing    Fight the traffic, punch the clock.    Concrete floors wearing out my shoes    Tired of feeling the way I do.    Three more trucks to load, it never stops.    There killing me from nine to five    When it's quitting time, I come alive.       Cause I gotta woman    Who holds me in her arms and understands.    A beautiful woman    Who knows how hard it is to be a man.    No telling where I'd be right now    If she hadn't been sent down    So I don't have to face this world all by myself    She's my five o'clock angel.       Like a branded man down where I work    The company name sewn on my shirt    They can buy my time, but they don't own me.    There's more to me than what I do    I've got feelings, too.    There somewhere else I'd rather be.    You can have your beer and whiskey sour.    I don't need no Happy Hour.       No telling where I'd be right now    If she hadn't been sent down    So I don't have to face this world all by myself    She's my five o'clock angel.    My five o'clock angel.