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 ther'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