Up every morning

just to keep a job

I got a fight my way

through the hustling mob

Sounds of the city

pounding 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

thinking that the world

looks fine yeah

Oh da lay ee ee ee ee ee yay

Trading my time

for the pay I get

Living on money that

I ain’t made yet

I’ve been going on

trying to make my way

while I live for the end of

the day ‘cos 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

Oh da lay ee ee ee ee ee yay

In the shelter of her arms

everything’s okay

When she talks then the

world goes slipping 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

Nothing else matters at all

‘cos every time my baby

smiles at me I know that

it’s all worthwhile yeah

Oh da lay ee ee ee ee ee yay

Oh da lay ee ee ee ee ee yay