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'm going 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 smart suit and a kipper tie. A big arrow pointing to my fly. Have you shaved for work yet baby?. Don't go where the boss is baby. 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?