Lyrics:

Billie Jo Spears - Mr. Walker It's All Over

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

that's A Lot Of Hands A Reaching Out You Grab The Things That I Consider Mine
and The President Persues 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

but A Trumpet Player's Upstairs And Below Me Ther's A Jumping All Night Bar
and To Frost A 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

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