Secretarial - A.C. Newman

One day you blew across the water after racing through the countdown,

Spewing ancient wisdom like your friend the revelation had come,

And they were looking for me.

I took the red-eye back to glory but the more I got the facts straight,

It turns out that the story’s getting shorter,

And what I want to know is: will it happen to me?

Can’t take them out, can’t take them out with baby artillery.

Can’t take them out, can’t take them out,

Lady, it’s secretarial.

Secretarial.

We’ve been divided, we’ve decided it’s a problem we can live with,

Motion to defeat it is repeated,

And what I want to know is: will it happen to me?

So come on, let the son in, we’ve been gunning for promotion,

Postering the slogans on the roadsigns,

But I want to know when it happens to me.