Из альбома: Good Morning, Vietnam
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 )