It's five o'clock And I walk through the empty street Thoughts fill my head But then still No one speaks to me My mind takes me back To the years that have passed me by It is so hard to believe That it's me That I see In the windowpane It is so hard to believe That all this is the way That it has to be It's five o'clock And I walk through the empty street The night is my friend And in him I find sympathy And so I go back to the years That have to past me by It is so hard to believe That it's me That I see In the windowpane It is so hard to believe That all this is the way That is has to be It's five o'clock And I walk through the empty street The night is my friend And in him I find sympathy And he gives me day Gives me hope And a little dream too

I got a call from the boys yesterday Said get ready, we're on the way It's happy hour at the BBQ bar Luther's playin' that hot guitar. Told my baby I just had to go She was cussin' as we hit the road Said, "You'll be wanted, mister, dead or alive If you don't make it back home by five." Chorus 1: I got to the wrong five o'clock I was here right on the dot Hey baby why you look so shocked She said "You got home at the wrong five o'clock." Well, I'm guilty baby, my mistake Please don't kill me for goodness sake Now I'll do anything to make it up to you She said, "Hush your mouth, there ain't no excuse." Chorus 2: For comin' home at the wrong five o'clock I was waitin' and your supper was hot In case you wonder why I changed the lock You got home at the wrong five o'clock. We were playin' pool and havin' a ball Weren't doin' anything wrong at all Then Jimmy got crazy, got thrown in jail What else was I supposed to do but post his bail. I got home at the wrong five o'clock Key wouldn't fit had to knock, knock, knock She opened the door with that pistol cocked I got home at the wrong five o'clock. Chorus 2: For comin' home at the wrong five o'clock I was waitin' and your supper was hot In case you wonder why I changed the lock You got home at the wrong five o'clock...

Up every mornin' just to keep a job I gotta fight my way through the hustlin' 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 Yodel-ay-ee-whee-oh Tradin' my time for the pay I get Livin' on money that I ain't made yet Gotta keep goin', gotta make my way But 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 Yodel-ay-ee-whee-oh Yodel-ay-ee-whee-oh In the shelter of her arms everything's okay She talks and the world goes slippin' away I know the reason I can still go on When every other reason is gone 'Cause in my five 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 worthwhile, yeah Yodel-ay-ee-whee-oh Yodel-ay-ee-whee-oh Yodel-ay-ee-whee-oh Yodel-ay-ee-whee-oh