Santa Fe lyrics

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 you're singing the hit the road blues

That anywhere else you could possibly go

After New York would be, a pleasure cruise

Now you're talking

Well, I'm thwarted by a metaphysic puzzle

And I'm sick of grading papers that are low

And 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

Oh, sunny Santa Fe would be nice

We'll open up a restaurant in Santa Fe

And leave this to the roaches and mice

Oh oh oh

You teach?

Yeah, I teach, Computer Age Philosophy

But my students would rather watch TV,

America.

America!

You're a sensitive aesthete

Brush the sauce onto the meat

You can make the menu sparkle with rhyme

You can drum a gentle drum

I could seat guests as they come

Chatting not about Heidegger, but wine

Let's open up a restaurant in Santa Fe

Our labors would reap financial gains

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

Devote ourselves to projects that sell

We'll open up a restaurant in Santa Fe

Forget this cold Bohemian Hell

Oh oh oh

Do you know the way to Santa Fe?

You know, Tumbleweeds, prairie dogs, yeah