She called me up today   Meet me down at the old café   I jumped into the shower   I was getting my marching orders      We need to talk   Step into my office, baby   I want to give you the job   A chance of overtime   Say, my place at nine?      She’d never stand for any lies   She’s got an Out Tray full of guys   I could sense a breath, a whole new feeling   Now she says she wants to call a meeting      We need to talk   Step into my office, baby   I want to give you the job   A chance of overtime   Say, my place at nine?      I’m a slave to work   I’m only living when I walk amongst the office staff   And catch up with the office wag   I’ll be in bed by nine   My curtains drawn   My thoughts composed   I get to work on time      She gave me some dictation   But my strength is in administration   I took down all she said   I even took down her little red dress      We need to talk   Step into my office, baby   I want to give you the job   I’m pushing for a raise   I’ve been pushing now for days      My output is in decline   I was burned out after Thatcher   My banner I laid down with a sigh   Now I doubt if I’ll ever catch her      I’ve got to change my ways   Dress for business every day   A sharp suit and a kipper tie   A big arrow pointing to my fly      We need to talk   Step into my office, baby   I want to give you the job   A chance of overtime   Say, my place at nine?