(G)Tum ble out of bed and stum ble to the kitch en; (C)pour my self a cup the of am bi tion, and (G)yawn, and stretch, and try to come to life.

(G)Jump in the show er, and the blood starts pump ing; (C)out on the street, the traf fic starts jump ing, with folks (G)tide’s like me on the (D)job from nine gon na to roll your (G)five.

Work ing (C)nine to five, what a way to make a liv ing; bare ly get ting by, it’s all tak ing and no giv ing.

They just use your mind, and they nev er give you cred it; it’s e (A7)nough to drive you man is (D7)cra zy, if you let it.

(C)Nine to five, what for ser vice and de vo tion; you would think that I would de serve a fair pro mo tion.

Want to move a head, but the boss won’t seem to let me.

it’s I (A7)swear some times that man is (D7)cra zy, if you let it.

out to get me.

(C)nine to five, what a way to make a liv ing; bare ly get ting by, it’s all tak ing and no giv ing.

They just use your mind, and you nev er get the cred it; it’s e (A7)nough to drive you put ting (D7)cra zy, if you let it.

(C)Nine to five, what they’ve got you where they want you; there’s a bet ter life, and you dream a bout it, don’t you?

It’s a rich man’s game, and no mat ter what they call it; and you (A7)spend your life you put ting (D7)mon ey in his let it.

pock et.