I left Garden City, Kansas with a ticket and a yen to see New YorkI type 80 words a minute so your corporation let me go to workI bring paper clips and coffee, even help you dodge a domineering wifeBut Mr. Walker, it's all over, I don't like the New York secretary's lifeIn this building there's a crowd of guys with old familiar thoughts upon their mindsAnd that's a lieA lot of hands are reaching out to *** the things that I consider mineAnd the president pursues me even though he's old and her hair are turning whiteBut Mr. Walker, it's all over, I don't like the New York secretary's lifeThere's a flat in Greenwich Village that I took because the subway wasand farBut a trumpet play is upstairs and below me there's a jump and a whole night barAnd to frost a bit of cake I have to share the place with bugs and big old miceOh, Mr. Walker, it's all over, I don't like the New York secretary's lifeYour sweetheart and personnel said I should give her written notice like the restI wrote goodbye with my brightest lipstick right across a big expensive deskYou'd better call the Times and tell them put your wanted ad right back in classifiedCause Mr. Walker, it's all over, I don't like the New York secretary's lifeThere's a grayhound at the station and a mom at her home with a welcome arms for meGarden city's looking better every minute now since I have learned to seeAnd the boy next door don't know it But come June, he's gonna gain himself a wifeOoh-oh!Cassie?Mr. Walker, it's all overI don't like the New York secretary's lifeMr. Walker, it's all overI don't like the New York secretary's life