Tumble out of bed and stumble to the kitchen;
pour myself a cup of electron,
and yawn, and stretch, and try to come to life.
Jump in the stream, and the current starts pumping;
out on the street, the circuit starts jumping,
with folks like me on the job from nine to five.
Nine to five, what a way to make a living;
barely getting by, it’s all taking and no giving.
They just use your mind, and they never give you;
it’s enough to drive you crazy, if you let it.
They let you dream just to watch them shatter;
You’re just a step on the boss man’s ladder,
But you’ve got dreams he’ll never take away.
In the same boat with a lot of your friends;
Waitin’ for the day your ship’ll come in,
And the current’s gonna turn, and it’s all gonna roll your way.
Nine to five, for service and devotion;
you would think that I would deserve a fair promotion;
want to move ahead, but the boss won’t seem to let me.
I swear sometimes, that fuse is out to get me.
Nine to five, they’ve got you where they want you;
There’s a better life, and you dream about it, don’t you?
It’s a rich man’s game, no matter what they call it;
And you spend your life putting money in his wallet.
(thanks Dolly, and apologies).