Up every mornin´ just to keep a job
I gotta fight my way through the husslin´ mob
Sounds of the city poundin´ 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
Thinkin´ that the world looks fine, yeah
Holiday, yeah...

Tradin´ my time for the pay I get
Livin´ on money that I ain´t made yet
Gotta keep goin´, gotta make my way
While I live for the end of the day

´Cause it´s a five 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, yeah
Holiday, yeah...

In the shelter of her arms everything´s okay
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 five o´clock world she waits for me
Nothin´ else matters at all
´Cause everytime my baby smiles at me
I know that it´s all worthwhile, yeah
Holiday, yeah... [x3]

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