High school daydreams come easy and free, When I grow up, what could I be? A senator, a surgeon, aim for the heights, But the guidance office says lower my sights to
CHORUS Fifty-nine cents for every man's dollar Fifty-nine cents, it's a lowdown deal; Fifty-nine cents makes a grown woman holler, They give me a diploma, it's my paycheck they steal.
I'm off to college, the best I could find To move on up and sharpen my mind; Honors in English, but my bosses gripe, "Shakespeare is nice, but we wish you could type."
Junior executive on my way up, A special assistant to the man at the top; He says I'm one in a million, but why do I find, I get no credit now for using my mind and:
But the word is being processed in the typing pool, A working woman ain't nobody's fool; I'm telling the boss on Secretary's Day You can keep your flowers, buddy, give me a raise, more than:
Fifty-nine cents for every man's dollar Fifty-nine cents, we're ending those days; Fifty-nine cents makes a grown woman holler, You can keep your flowers, buddy, give me a raise.