New York City! (uh huh.) Centre of the universe. (sing it, girl)
Times are shitty, but I'm pretty sure they can't get worse. (I hear ya.)
It's a comfort to know, when you're singing the "Hit the Road Blues"
N/
That anywhere else you could possibly go after New York would be:
N/
A Pleasure cruise.
Now you're Talkin'. (collins's trademark evil laugh, lol muahaha)
Well I'm thwarted by a metaphysic puzzle
And I'm sick of gradin' 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
Let's Open up a Restaurant in Santa Fe
And leave this to the roaches and mice.
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
You teach? Yeah, I teach Computer age philosophy
When my students would rather watch T.V.? America. (America)
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 seat guests as they come
Chatting not about Heidegger but wine.
Let's open up a restaurant in Santa Fe
Our labours would reap financial gain
We'll open up a restaurant in Santa Fe
And save from devastation our brains (save 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
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh (whoa oh oh oh whoa oh oh)
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
yeah yeah yeah mmhmm *strange nasal sounds*
Do you know the way To Santa Fe?
(ritando)
Yeaaah.
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