Colin Hay
Keypunch Operator
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?