Mr Walker Its All Over Paroles

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-reachin' out
To grab the things that I considered mine
And the president pursues me
Even though he's old and hair of 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 subway wasn't far
But a trumpet player's upstairs
And below me their's a jumpin' all night bar
And a frosted bit o'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 be a pervert and 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 Garden City's lookin' 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 secre