Five O` Clock World (Drew Carey Theme) — текст песни (Bowling for soup)

Up every mornin` just to keep a job
I gotta fight my way through the husslin` 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
While I 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
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 everytime my baby smiles at me
I know that it`s all worthwhile, yeah
Holiday, yeah... <i>[x3]

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