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

It's 8:45 and she's on the train
Pullin' into the station
There's a boy in the corner
The Seats gettin' warmer
He smells her sweet sweet perfume

She is a keypunch operator
Calls me on the telephone
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 eye-roll

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
Doesn't let things complicate her
Honey, can I take you home?

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

C'mon 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
Doesn't let things complicate her
Honey, can I take you home?
Honey, can I take you home?
Honey, can I take you home?