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