Mr. Walker Its All Over - Billie Jo Spears

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 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 lotta guys

With old familiar thoughts upon their minds

That’s a lot of hands a reaching out to grab

The things that I consider mine

And the president persues me

Even though he’s old and his hair is 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 subways wasn’t far

But a trumpet player’s upstairs

And below me there’s a jumpin' all night bar

And to frost the 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