Mr. Walker, It’s All Over

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 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-reachin' out To grab the things that I consider mine And the president pursues 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 there's 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 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 lookin' 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