Mr. Walker It's All Over Lyrics

I left Garden City Kansas with a ticket and a yen to see New York
I typed eigty 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 it's all over I don't like the New York secretary's life
In this building there's a lotta guys with old familiar thoughts upon their minds
That's a lot of hands a reaching out to grab the things that I consider mine
And the president persues me even though he's old and his hair is turnin' white
Mr Walker it's all over I don't like the New York secretary's life
There's a flat in Greenwich Village that I took because the subways wasn't far
But a trumpet player's upstairs and below me ther's a jumpin' all night bar
And to frost the bitter cake I have to share the place with bugs and big ol' mice
Mr Walker it's all over I don't like the New York secretary's 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
You'd better call the Times and tell 'em put your wanted ad right back in cla*sified
Mr Walker it's all over I don't like the New York secretary's life
There's a greyhound at the station and a mom at home with open arms for me
Garden City's looking better every minute now since I have learned to see
And the boy next door don't know it but come June he's gonna gain himself a wife
Mr Walker it's all over I don't like the New York secretary's life
Mr Walker it's all over I don't like the New York secretary's life