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

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

Work ing (F7)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 (D)nough (Em7)to drive you (G)cra zy if you (A#dim7)let it.

(F7)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 (D)swear (Em7)some times that (G)man is out to (A#dim7)let it.

(A#dim7)get me.

Work ing (F7)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 (D)nough (Em7)to drive you ting (G)cra zy if you (A#dim7)let it.

(F7)Nine to five,

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 (D)spend (Em7)your life put ting (G)mon ey in his (A#dim7)let it.

(A#dim7)pock et.