9 TO 5

A new day is just another day

I wake up early the morning

A clock tells me it's nine, time to begin

A day-long stay at work again

Through the crowded, hazy city I go

Past towering buildings and other people

I rush to the station to catch my train

And take the bus for my final leg

I know as I walk through the rotating doors

I will stay inside for another eight hours more

I will not leave, nor shall I pass through them

Through the doors back to freedom

A typical, dressed up office worker I am

Shuffling through papers and playing with rubber bands

My boss is like a prison guard, his office a tower

As he watches over us inmates from afar

My friend sits two rows away much to his dismay

He's here with me, forced against his will to stay

I wish I could start a fight with bands or a paper clip

But I think that would get me a pink slip

High noon arrives and I have to rush

Only a half hour for my lunch

Then it's back to work in my cubicle

Which I wish was much more suitable

On my desk I watch my clock

Glaring at it like it is prey and I am a hawk

It could not tick any slower

Going as fast as the Revolutionary War

The time goes by so slowly

I just want to be back home already

Tick tock, tick tock

I almost feel hung up

Finally, I shout, the clock strikes five

I shut down, jump up as it's time

Out the doors or my building I fly

Not caring if I had any overtime

Through the crowded, hazy city I go

Past towering buildings and other people

I take the bus for my first leg

And rush to the station to catch my train

A new day is just another day

As I sit down at home to watch some TV

I look at the clock as my shows begin

That a day-long stay at work awaits me again