Stuck in this jive
They call 9 to 5
With the pushing of broom
In the fight to survive

This constant battle
That most of us have
Hand on the handle
Waving tattered white flags

Barely awake
Here we go again
As the time clocks say
Hey, where you been

These gizmos and gadgets
Won't build themselves
And if you're slow to help
We'll find somebody else

In this daily delirium
Hanging over our heads
You never know
If this is your last paycheck

It's a prison of sorts
This 9 to 5 jive
Where we spend half our lives
In our fight to survive