'97) lyrics

Up every 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.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Well, 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
Thinking that the world looks fine...yeah.

(Yodeling)