As I hurry down the sidewalk   Briefcase in my hands   Thoughts of you still fill my mind   As the newspapers fill the stands   People rushing everywhere   I think the world woke up too soon      Right now, more than anything   I wish I's back in bed with-a you      Step into the elevator   Press for floor seventeen   It's a long way to the top   So of you again I dream   Doors open, secretary waiting   With more paperwork for me to do      Right now, more than anything   I wish I's back in bed with-a you, with you      Phone's ringin', typewriter's singin'   No I wasn't ready for this   I think back to the AM   When my arms were full of bliss   Here comes my boss   I know just what he's up to      Right now, more than anything   I wish I was back in bed with you      (solo)    Only twenty-two more minutes   'Til five o'clock rolls around   I'll roll my office back into my briefcase   And I'll head back through my town   I won't notice all the traffic   Be whistlin' my favorite tune      For in just a little while I'll reach home and I'll    Crawl back into bed with you      With you, you   With you   Back in bed with you