She called me up today
Meet me down at the old cafe
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 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


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'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

I've got to change my ways

Dress for business every day
A smart 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 better pay
Can you start today?


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