New York City
Center of the universe
Sing it girl
Times are shitty
But I'm pretty sure they can't get worse
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 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
You teach?
Yeah I teach, computer age philosophy
But my students would rather watch TV
America, America
You're a sedative 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 Heidigger but wine
Let's open up a restaurant in Santa Fe
Our labors would reap financial 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
Devote ourselves to projects that sell
We'll open up a restaurant in Santa Fe
Forget this cold bohemian hell
Do you know the way to santa fe?
You know, tumbleweeds prairie dogs