Step into my office, baby
I want to give you the job
I was getting my marching orders
Amongst the office staff
Meet me down at the old cafe
I even took down her little red dress
I want to give you the job
Say, my place at nine
I want to give you the job
I want to give you the job
We need to talk
Songwriters: Richard Colburn, Chris Geddes, Stevie Jackson, Robert Kildea, Sarah Martin, Stuart Murdoch
I’m a slave to work
I was burned out after Thatcher
She gave me some dictation
Step into my office, baby
I’ve got to change my ways
A chance of overtime
Now she says she wants to call a meeting
Step into my office, baby
Dress for business every day
I’m pushing for a raise
I took down all she said
Publisher: SONY/ATV MUSIC PUBLISHING UK LTD
We need to talk
Now I doubt if I’ll ever catch her
My output is in decline
A chance of over time
I’m only living when I walk
She called me up today
My curtains drawn
My thoughts composed
Step into my office, baby
Been pushing now for days
And catch up with the office wag
I jumped into the shower
I fish out for workout baby
A sharp suit and a kipper tie
Say, my place at nine
She’s got an out tray full of guys
A big arrow pointing to my fly
My banner I laid down with a sigh
Say my place at nine
Don't go where the mouse is baby
We need to talk
We need to talk
But my strength is in administration
A chance of overtime
She’d never stand for any lies
I’ll be in bed by nine
I could sense a breath, a whole new feeling
I get to work on time