The Proclaimers Follow

Up ev'ry morning just to keep a job
I gotta fight my way through the 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 o'clock me inside my clothes
Thinking that the world looks fine, yeah, adalee

Trading my time for the pay I get
Living on the money that I ain't made yet
Gotta keep goin' gotta make my way
But I live for the end of the day

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, adalee

In the shelter of her arms ev'rything's okay
She talks and the world goes slipping away
And I know the reason I can still go on
When ev'ry other reason is gone

In my five o'clock world, she waits for me
Nothing else matters at all
'Cause ev'ry time my baby smiles at me
I know that it's all worthwhile, yeah

Up ev'ry morning just to keep a job
I gotta fight my way through the hustling mob
Sounds of the city pounding in my brain