Up every mornin just to keep a job
I gotta fight my way through the hustlin mob
Sounds of the city poundin in my brain
While another day goes down the drain
But its a five oclock 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
Yodel-ay-ee-whee-oh
Tradin my time for the pay I get
Livin on money that I aint made yet
Gotta keep goin, gotta make my way
But I live for the end of the day
Cause its a five oclock world when the whistle blows
No one owns a piece of my time
And theres a long-haired girl who waits, I know
To ease my troubled mind, yeah
Yodel-ay-ee-whee-oh
Yodel-ay-ee-whee-oh
In the shelter of her arms everythings okay
She talks and the world goes slippin away
I know the reason I can still go on
When every other reason is gone
Cause in my five oclock world, she waits for me
Nothin else matters at all
Cause every time my baby smiles at me
I know that its all worthwhile, yeah
Yodel-ay-ee-whee-oh
Yodel-ay-ee-whee-oh
Yodel-ay-ee-whee-oh
Yodel-ay-ee-whee-oh