Mr. Walker It's All Over

left Garden City Kansas with a ticket

And a yen to see New York

I typed 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, it's all over

I don't like the New York secretary's life

In this building there's a crowd o' guys

With old familiar thoughts upon their minds

Yeah, an' 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 hair a-turnin' white

Mr Walker, it's all over

I don't like the New York secretary's life

Well there's a flat in Greenwich Village

That I took because the subway wasn't far

Yeah, but there's a trumpet player upstairs

And below me there'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 classified

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

Oh, Mr Walker, it's all over

I don't like the New York secretary's life

Eah-oh, Mr Walker, it's all over

I don't like the New York secretary's life