Lyrics:

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’m going 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 over time

Say my place at nine?