I left Garden City, Kansas with a ticket and a yen to see New York
I type 80 words a minute so your corporation let me go to work
I bring paper clips and coffee, even help you dodge a domineering wife
But 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
And that's a lie
A lot of hands are reaching out to *** the things that I consider mine
And the president pursues me even though he's old and her hair are turning white
But 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 was

and far
But a trumpet play is upstairs and below me there's a jump and a whole night bar
And to frost a bit of cake I have to share the place with bugs and big old mice
Oh, Mr. Walker, it's all over, I don't like the New York secretary's life
Your sweetheart and personnel said I should give her written notice like the rest
I wrote goodbye with my brightest lipstick right across a big expensive desk
You'd better call the Times and tell them put your wanted ad right back in classified
Cause Mr. Walker, it's all over, I don't like the New York secretary's life
There's a grayhound at the station and a mom at her home with a welcome 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
Ooh-oh!
Cassie?
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