Up every morning just to keep a job
I have to work my way through the hustlin' mob,
The sounds of the city poundin' in my brain
While another day goes down the drain.
But when you try so hard just to be someone
To be someone you want to be
All my hang-ups, putdowns, caveats
There's something else to beleive
Yeah, Yeah
It's a 5 o' clock world when the whistle blows
And I'm telling to you
And it's the 5 o'clock shadow when the missile blows
I thank god for you
Working so hard for the pay I get
Livin' on money that I ain't made yet
Five cups of coffee just to be myself,
When I'd rather be somebody else
Yeah, Yeah
Well, it's a 5 o' clock world when the whistle blows
And I'm telling to you
And it's the 5 o'clock shadow when the missile blows
I thank god for you
I know a place
Where we can hide from the human race outside
The count downs started
And your bags are packed
We leave this planet tonight my dear
Let's ride
Yeah, yeah, yeah
In the shelter of her arms everything's OK,
She smiles and the world goes whistling away,
She gives me reason to carry on,
When every other reason is gone.
Yeah, Yeah
But, it's a 5 o' clock world when the whistle blows
And I'm telling to you
And it's a mighty small planet when the missile blows
I thank god for you
It's a 5 o' clock world when the whistle blows
And I'm telling to you
And it's a mighty small plantet when the missile blows
I thank god for you
Thank god for you