Step Into My Office, Baby

She called me up today
Meet me down at the old café.
I jumped into the shower
I was getting my marching orders.

We need to talk
Step into my office, baby
Want to give you the job
A chance of overtime
Say, my place at nine?

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.

We need to talk
Step into my office, baby
Want to give you the job
A chance of overtime
Say, my place at nine?

I'm a slave to work
I'm only living when I walk
Among 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 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
Want to give you the job
I'm pushin' for a raise
Been pushing now for days.

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.

I've got to change my ways
Dress for buisness every day
A sharp suit and a kipper tie
A big arrow pointing to my fly.

Have you shaved for work yet, baby?
Don't care where the boss is, baby.

We need to talk
Step into my office, baby
Want to give you the job
A chance of overtime
Say, my place at nine?