Santa Fe

(Verse 1: Angel) New York City (uh-huh) Center of the universe (sing it girl) Times are shitty 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 ny would be A pleasure cruise 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.. (Chorus) 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 (Hook: Angel&Collins) You teach Yeah I teach computer aged philosophy But my students would rather watch tv America America (Verse 4: 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 (Chorus 2) 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 (Hook) 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 (Chorus 3) 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 (Verse 5) Do you know the way to Santa Fe? You know tumble weeds, prairie dogs Yeaaaah