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 )

 There ain't enough time for the pay I get
 I'm livin' on money that I ain't earned yet
 I've been goin' tryin' just to make my way
 But 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
 And there's 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 everything's OK
 When she talks and the world goes slippin' away
 When I need a 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 that's it's all worthwhile, yeah

 (SCAT: oh-de-lay-ee-ee, etc ) to end