Lyric Mr. Walker, It s All Over

(Gene Crysler)

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 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...