Julian Cope Follow

Up every morning just to keep a job
I gotta find my way through the hustlin' mob,
The sounds of the city poundin' in my brain
While another day goes down the drain.

But it's a 5 o' clock world when the whistle blows
No one owns a piece of my time
And there's a 5 o'clock me inside my clothes
Thinkin' that the world looks fine, yeah

Tradin' my time for the pay I get
Livin' on money that I ain't made yet
And I keep goin' tryin' to make my way,
But I live for the end of the day

'Cause it's a 5 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.

In the shelter of her arms everything's OK,
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 5 o' clock world she waits for me
Nothin' else matters at all
'Cause every time my baby smiles at me,
I know that it's all worth while, yeah.