Song Lyrics

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'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
I 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 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 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 want to give you the job
I'm pushing for a raise
I've 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 business 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 go out the boss is waiting

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?

Bob Kildea, Bob Michael Kildea, Christopher Geddes, Christopher Thomas Geddes, Michael Cooke, Richard Colburn, Richard William Colburn, Sarah Martin, Sarah Ann Martin, Stephen Jackson, Stephen Thomas Jackson, Stuart Murdoch, Stuart Lee Murdoch