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