Bowling For Soup - Five O'Clock World lyrics
[Bowling For Soup - Five O'Clock World lyrics]
I gotta fight my way through the husslin' 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
While 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 wait's
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 wait's for me
Nothin' else matters at all
'Cause everytime my baby smiles at me
I know that it's all worthwhile, yeah
Holiday, yeah
(Fade)