The Proclaimers - Five O'Clock World lyrics
[The Proclaimers - Five O'Clock World lyrics]
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 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
(SCAT: oh-de lay-ee-ee, etc)
Tradin' my time for the pay I get
Livin' on money that I ain't made yet
Gonna keep going, gotta make my way
While I live for the end of the day
(yeah, yeah)
Cuz it's a five o'clock world
When the whistle blows
No one owns a piece of my time
There's a long haired girl who wait's, I know
To ease my troubled mind, yeah
(SCAT: oh-de lay-ee-ee, etc)
In the shelter of her arms everything's OK
She talks and 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 wait's for me
Nothing else matters at all
Cuz every time my baby smiles at me
I know that's it's all worthwhile, yeah
(SCAT: oh-de lay-ee-ee, etc)
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 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
(SCAT: oh-de lay-ee-ee, etc)
Tradin' my time for the pay I get
Livin' on money that I ain't made yet
Gonna keep going, gotta make my way
While I live for the end of the day
(yeah, yeah)
Cuz it's a five o'clock world
When the whistle blows
No one owns a piece of my time
There's a long haired girl who wait's, I know
To ease my troubled mind, yeah
(SCAT: oh-de lay-ee-ee, etc)
In the shelter of her arms everything's OK
She talks and 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 wait's for me
Nothing else matters at all
Cuz every time my baby smiles at me
I know that's it's all worthwhile, yeah
(SCAT: oh-de lay-ee-ee, etc)