Mr. Walker, It`s All Over — текст песни (Lynn Anderson)

(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...