I left Garden City, Kansas with a ticket
And a yen to see New York
I type eighty words a minute
So your corporation let me go to work
I fetch paper clips and coffee
Even help you dodge your domineering wife
Mr Walker its all over, I dont like the New York secretarys life
In this building theres a crowd of guys
With old familiar thoughts upon their minds
Thats a lot of hands a-reachin out
To grab the things that I consider mine
And the president pursues me
Even though hes old and hair a turnin white
Mr Walker its all over, I dont like the New York secretarys life
Theres a flat in Greenwich Village
That I took because the subway wasnt far
But a trumpet players upstairs
And below me theres a jumpin all night bar
And to frost a bitter cake
I have to share the place with bugs and big ol mice
Mr Walker its all over, I dont like the New York secretarys life
Your sweetheart in personnel said
I should give her written notice like the rest
So I wrote goodbye with my brightest lipstick
Right across her big expensive desk
Youd better call the Times and tell em
Put your wanted ad right back in classified
Mr Walker its all over, I dont like the New York secretarys life
Theres a Greyhound at the station
And a mom at home with open arms for me
Garden Citys lookin better every minute
Now since I have learned to see
And the boy next door dont know it
But come June hes gonna gain himself a wife
Mr Walker its all over, I dont like the New York secretarys life
Mr Walker its all over, I dont like the New York secretarys life