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

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 want to give you the job

I'm pushing 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 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?