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?