Lyrics

Huh!
Father died and left her almost nothing in his will
She had a schizophrenic roommate and a place on Murray Hill
She wanted a career that didn't take a lot of skill
Her roommate had an ID and she was on the pill
She was young
She was cute
She took the bus
She wore a suit
She bought sudokus
For her commute
What’s upstairs
There's not a lot
But it doesn't mean
She isn’t hot (Huh!)
That's all she is (That's all)
She's Liz the hot (hot) receptionist
Married guys at work were always looking down her shirt
They would hang around her desk on their way to take a squirt
She wouldn't get involved she was afraid of getting hurt
But cocktails were expensive so she knew she had to flirt
She passed the time
She paid the rent
She learned to be
Subservient
Her skin got dry from
The heating vent
What's upstairs
There's not a lot
But it doesn't mean
She isn’t hot (Huh!)
That’s all she is (That's all)
She’s Liz the hot (hot) receptionist

Harris gave her Tic Tacs
Martin gave her Diet Coke
Watson brought her cookies
Porter gave her dope
She never got promoted, always wondered why
Her desk was by the printer, easy to stop by
Liz!
Liz!
Liz!

She met a guy in real estate
He put her name on his license plate
They make their home in the Garden State
What's upstairs
There's not a lot
But it doesn't mean
She isn’t hot (Huh!)
That's all she is (That's all)
She's Liz the hot (hot) receptionist
Liz the hot receptionist
Liz the hot receptionist
Huh!