5 O'Clock World - Bowling for Soup

Up every mornin' just to keep a job

I gotta fight my way through the busslin' 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

But I live for the end of the day

And 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 hippie girl who waits, 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 waits for me

Nothin' else matters at all

'Cause every time my baby smiles at me

I know that it's all worthwhile, yeah

Holiday, yeah, holiday, yeah