Текст песни Bowling For Soup - Five O` Clock World (Drew Carey Theme)
Bowling For Soup - Five O` Clock World (Drew Carey Theme) слова песни
Up every mornin` just to keep a jobI gotta fight my way through the husslin` mobSounds of the city poundin` in my brainWhile another day goes down the drainBut it`s a five o`clock world when the whistle blowsNo one owns a piece of my timeAnd there`s a five o`clock me inside my clothes Thinkin` that the world looks fine, yeahHoliday, yeah...Tradin` my time for the pay I getLivin` on money that I ain`t made yetGotta keep goin`, gotta make my wayWhile I live for the end of the day`Cause it`s a five o`clock world when the whistle blowsNo one owns a piece of my timeAnd there`s a long-haired girl who waits, I knowTo ease my troubled mind, yeahHoliday, yeah...In the shelter of her arms everything`s okayShe talks and the world goes slippin` awayAnd I know the reason I can still go onWhen every other reason is goneIn my five o`clock world she waits for meNothin` else matters at all`Cause everytime my baby smiles at meI know that it`s all worthwhile, yeahHoliday, yeah... <i>[x3][Fade]