(::ANGEL::)
Times are shitty, but I'm pretty sure they can't get any worse.
(::MARK::)
I hear you
(::ANGEL::)
It's a comfort to know
When your singing the hit the road blues,
That anywhere else you go after New York
Would be a pleasure cruise
(::Collins::)
Now you're talking!
Well, I'm thwarted by a metaphysic puzzle
And I'm sick of grading papers that I know
And I'm shoutin in my sleep, I need a muzzle
All this misery pays no salary, so
Let's open up a restaurant in Santa Fe
Oh, sunny Santa Fe would be nice
Let's open up a restaurant in Santa Fe
And leave this to the roaches and mice
Oh-ohohoh-oh-ohoh-ohohwoh
(::All::)
Oh-ohohoh-oh-oh
(::ANGEL::)
You teach?
(::COLLINS::)
I teach, computer age philosophy
But my students would rather watch TV
(::ANGEL::)
America!
(::ALL::)
America!
(::COLLINS::)
You're a sensitive aesthete
Brush the sauce onto the meat
You could make the menu sparkle with rhyme
You could drum a gentle drum
I could see guest as they come
Chatting not about heidegger, but wine
Let's open up a restaurant in Santa Fe
Our labors would reap financial gains
(::All::)
Gains, gains, gains
(::Collins::)
We'll open up a reataurant in Santa Fe
And save from devastation our brains
(::HOMELESS::)
Save our brains!
(::ALL::)
We'll pack up our junk and fly so far away
Devote ourselves to projects that sell
We'll open up a restaurant in Santa Fe
Forget this cold Bohemian Hell
Oh-ohohoh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
oh-ohohoh-oh-oh
(::Collins::)
Do you know the way to Santa Fe?
You know, tumbleweeds, prairie dogs
