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