High school daydreams come easy and free

When you're a working woman whatcha gonna be?

A senator, a surgeon, aim for the heights

But the guidance office says lower your sights to



CHORUS:

Fifty-nine cents for every man's dollar

Fifty-nine cents it's a lowdown deal

Fifty-nine cents makes a grown woman holler

They give you a diploma it's your paycheck they steal.



She's off to college, the elite kind

To polish her manners, sharpen her mind

Honors in English, letter in lacrosse

Types her to type for her favorite boss at



CHORUS (They give you a degree...)



Junior executive on her way up

Special assistant to the man at the top

She's one in a million and all she found

Was her own secretary now to order around at



CHORUS (They give you a title...)



But the word is being processed in the typing pool

A working woman ain't nobody's fool

She's telling the boss on Secretary's Day

You can keep your flowers, buddy, give me a raise more than



Fifty-nine cents for every man's dollar

Fifty-nine cents--oh, the deal has changed

Fifty-nine cents makes a grown woman holler

You can keep your flowers, buddy, give us a raise