Five Oclock World
The Vogues
Letra

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



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

oh my lady, yeah

oh my lady, yeah



Tradin? my time for the pay I get

Livin? on money that I ain?t made yet

I?ve been goin? tryin? to make my way

While I live for the end of the day



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

oh my lady, yeah

oh my lady, yeah

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