Mr. Walker It's All Over Lyrics - Billie Jo Spears

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 crowd of guys with old familiar thoughts upon their minds 

That's a lot of hands a reaching out you 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 

There's a flat in Greenwich Village that I took because the subway wasn't far 

But a trumpet player's upstairs and below me ther's a jumping all night bar 

And to frost a 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