Mr. Walker, It's Over

Mr. Walker, It's Over - Billie Jo Spears

I left Garden City Kansas with a ticket

And a yen to see New York

I typed eigty 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 reaching out you

Grab the things that I consider mine

And the president persues 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 ther's a jumping 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 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

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