Typing her letters she's the type I like
Lookin' like a girl of impulse and delight
Working her typewriter, pen between her lips
She has the whole world at her fingertips.
Oh won't you come and be my secretary
I got most of my work done
Won't you come and be my secretary
We can have a lot of fun.
Her in-tray's full up
Her out-tray's empty
And the only thing that's pending is me
So I just sit and watch her hair fall on her face
While she keeps pushin' it back in place.
Oh won't you come and be my secretary
I got most of my work done
Won't you come and be my secretary
We can have a lot of fun.
But all she sees are the keys
As she crosses her knees
And straightens her backache
She lights a cigarette
Drinks her coffee
Yet she don't notice me (she don't notice me)
She don't notice me (she don't notice me).
Oh won't you come and be my secretary
I got most of my work done
Won't you come and be my secretary
We can have a lot of fun
