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 paperclips 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 to
grab the things that I consider mine!
And the president pursues 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 there's a jumping all night bar.
And to frost a bitter cake
I have to share the place with bugs and big ol' mice!
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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!
Mr. Walker it's all over…
I don't like the New York secretary's life!