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[Angel] New York City. [Mark] Uh huh. [Angel] Center of the universe. [Collins] Sing it, girl. [Angel] Times are shitty but I'm pretty sure they can't get worse. [Roger] I hear that. [Angel] It's a comfort to know when you're 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 talking. *chuckles* Now 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. Woah, woah. [Angel] You teach? [Collins] Yeah I teach; computer aids philosophy. But my students would rather watch TV. [Angel] America. [Collins, Mark, Roger] America. [Collins] You're a sensitive asthete. Brush the sauce onto the meat. You can make a menu sparkle with rhyme. You can drum a gentle drum. I can see guests as they come. Chanting not about Heidigger, but wine! Let's open up a restaurant in Santa Fe! [ALL (In background) (Aaaaaaah) Santa Fe! [Collins] Our labors would reap financial gains (Gains gains gains) [Collins] Let's open up a restaurant in Santa Fe! And save from devastation, our brains. [All] We'll pack up all our junk and fly so far away; devote ourselves to projects that sell. We'll open up a restaurant in Santa Fe [Collins] We'll open up in..Santa Fe Forget this cold Bohemian Hell. [All] Woah, woah. [Collins] Yeah, yeah. Mmhmm. Do you know the way to Santa Fe? You know, tumbleweeds..prairie dogs.. [All] Yeah. |