Lynn Anderson - Mr. Walker It's All Over lyrics

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