Five O`clock World — текст песни (Vogues)

- Words and Music by Allen Reynolds
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 (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 )
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 (yeah, yeah)
Cuz it`s a five o`clock world when the whistle blows
No one owns a piece of my time
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 then the world goes slippin` away
And I know the 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