[Angel]
New York City
[Collins]
Uh-huh
[Angel]
Center of the universe
[Collins]
Sing it, girl
[Angel]
Times are sh**ty
But I'm pretty sure they can't get worse
I hear that
It's a comfort to know
When your singing the hit the road blues
That anywhere else you could possibly go after New York would be
A pleasure cruise
[Collins]
Now you're talkin'
Well I'm thwarted by a metaphysic puzzle
And I'm sick of grading papers that I know
I'm shouting in my sleep I need a muzzle
And all this misery pays no salary so..
Let's open up a restaurant in santa fe
Sunny Santa Fe would be nice
We'll open up a restaurant in Santa Fe
And leave this to the roaches and mice
Whoa oh oh oh oh whoa
Whoa oh oh oh whoa
Whoaaaaa
[Angel]
You teach?
[Collins]
Yeah I teach computer-aged 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 can make the menu sparkle with a rhyme
You can drum a gentle drum
I can see guests as they come
Chatting not about Heidegger but wine
Lets open up a restaurant in Santa Fe
Our labors would reap financial gain
Gain gain gain
We'll open up a restaurant in Santa Fe
And save from devastation our brains
We'll pack up all our junk and fly so far away
Devout ourselves to projects that sell
We'll open up in Santa Fe
Forget this cold Bohemian hell
Whoa oh oh oh oh ohoh
Whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Whoa oh oh oh oh
Whoa oh oh oh oh oh
Ohhh
Ohhh
Do you know the way to Santa Fe?
You know tumble weeds, prairie dogs
Yeaaaah