Up every morning just to keep a job
I've got a five mile wade through 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'oclock me inside my clothes
Thinking that the world looks fine
Oh my lady, yeah

Tradin' my time for the pay I get
Livin' on money that I ain't made yet
Gotta keep going, gotta make my way
Gotta live for the end of the day

'Cause 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

In the shelter of her arms everything's okay
She talks then the world goes slippin' away
Now 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
'Cause every time my baby smiles at me
I know that it's all worthwhile

Oh my lady. yeah
Oh my lady. yeah
Oh my lady. yeah.....
