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Lyrics by: Gene Crysler
# Debut Chart
4 Apr '69 Country
80 Apr '69 Hot 100

Lyrics

I left Garden City, Kansas With a ticket and A yen to see New York I typed eighty words a minute So your corporation Let me go to work I fetched paper clips and coffee Even helped 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 crowd of guys With old familiar thoughts Upon their minds That's a lot of hands A reaching out To grab the things That I considered mine And the president pursues me Even though he's old And hair of turning 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 subway wasn't far But a trumpet player's upstairs And below me there's A jumping all night bar And a frost of bitter cake I have to share the place With bugs and big old mice Mr. Walker, it's all over I don't like the New York secretary's life Your sweetheart in personnel Said I should be a perfect Notice like the rest


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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 I'm on that phone 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 I left Garden City, Kansas With a ticket and A yen to see New York I typed eighty words a minute So your corporation Let me go to work I fetched paper clips and coffee Even helped 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 crowd of guys With old familiar thoughts Upon their minds That's a lot of hands A reaching out To grab the things That I considered mine And the president pursues me Even though he's old And hair of turning 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 subway wasn't far But a trumpet player's upstairs And below me there's A jumping all night bar And a frost of bitter cake I have to share the place With bugs and big old mice Mr. Walker, it's all over I don't like the New York secretary's life Your sweetheart in personnel Said I should be a perfect 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 I'm on that phone 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

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