The sun is comin' up I gotta drag my butt out of bed
My phone is ringin' boss is sceamin' "Where the hell you at?"
I grab a cup of coffee Tell him it won't be to long
But he don't know I'm waitin' for something better to come along

There's gotta be something better than 9 to 5
Every day barely getting' by
Working, slaving, always aching
Way too young for my back to be breaking
Waiting on that rainbow
Tell me where's that pot of gold?

Everyone is laughing from a distance when they see me clocking in
Well they'll all be here in 20 years
Cussin' 'bout the same old things
They say they'd like a slave and wake up at the break of dawn
They don't know I'm waitin' for something better to come along

There's gotta be something better than 9 to 5
Every day barely getting' by
Working, slaving, always aching
Way too young for my back to be breaking
Waiting on that rainbow
Tell me where's that pot of gold?

There's gotta be something better than 9 to 5
Every day barely getting' by
Working, slaving, always aching
Way too young for my back to be breaking
Waiting on that rainbow
Tell me where's that pot of gold?

Well I take her out on Friday
'Cause my baby likes to paint the town
The way she treats her man makes me think about settlin' down
(Awe son)
I told her that I love her
She said let's just hold on
Man I think she's waitin' on something better to come along
Yeah
Hear she comes
Ah let's go

Writer : DIAMOND, NICK / MIDDLETON, JEFF / FLEENER, MATT / FLEENER, RYAN
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, EMI Music Publishing, MUSIC OF STAGE THREE