9 til 5


9 til 5

 

Another monday morning, another day

Come Friday evening, when you collect your pay

Like working from nine til five

Making a mess of my mind

 

I’m filing papers, in long grey drawers and my brain’s disintegrating, what a bore

Like working from nine til five

Making a mess of my mind

 

Well I do think civil servants and bankers are real wankers

Well the boss is knockin’ me, he said: “Come on quick!”

Well my temper’s rising, I said you make me sick

Like working from nine til five

Making a mess of my mind

Like working from nine til five

Making a mess of my mind

 

If you don’t get out of that, you want your head examined