Woorden: Skrewdriver. 9 till 5.

Another Monday morning, another day
Come Friday evening, when you collect your pay


Chorus:
Like working from nine till five
Making a mess of my mind


I'm filing papers, in long gray drawers
And my brain's disintegrating, what a bore


(Repeat Chorus)


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


(Repeat Chorus) x2


If you don't get out of that, you need your head examined