Keypunch Operator

She wakes up in the morning and she paints her face
She's got big green eyeballs
She's got no time and so she has to race
Early morn' arrival

It's 8:45 and she's on the train
A-pullin' into the station
There's a boy in the corner
She's gettin' warmer
He smells her sweet, sweet perfume

She is a keypunch operator
Calls me on the telephone
She doesn't let things complicate her
Honey, can I take you home?

She sits in the office
Those long legs she crosses
She gives the boys an eyeful
But they all stare
But she doesn't care
She likes to work on Michael

Isn't life fun with a honey-filled bun?
Cigarettes and coffee
She doesn't stop 'till 12 o'clock
She lunches in the city

She is a keypunch operator
Calls me on the telephone
She doesn't let things complicate her
Honey, can I take you home?

[Guitar Solo]

It's nearly 5, and things are alive
You're takin' it slow and easy
Gotta keep your strength till the end
And whip it up to a frenzy

Come on baby, don't you work too late
Your cocktail's blowin' away
The neon lights and long, long nights
It's time to celebrate

She is a keypunch operator
Calls me on the telephone
She doesn't let things complicate her
Honey, can I take you home?

She is a keypunch operator
Playing lots of saxophone
She doesn't let things complicate her
Honey, can I take you home?

Honey, can I take you home?
Honey, can I take you home?