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