Texty: Belle And Sebastian. Dear Catastrophe Waitress. Step Into My Office, Baby.

She called me up today
Meet me down at the old cafe
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

I fish out for workout baby
Don't go where the mouse is baby

We need to talk
Step into my office, baby
I want to give you the job
A chance of over time
Say my place at nine