I left Garden City, Kansas with a ticket

And a yen to see New York

I typed eighty words a minute

So your corporation let me go to work

I fetched paper clips and coffee

Even helped you dodge you're 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 considered mine

And the president pursues me

Even though he's old and hair of 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 their's a jumpin' all night bar

And a frosted bit o'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 be a pervert and 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 classifieds

Mr Walker it's all over, I don't like the New York secretary's life



There's a Greyhound at the station

And I'm on that phone 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 secre