Santa Fe

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 I know And I'm shouting in my sleep, I need a muzzle All this misery pays no salary, so Let's open up a restaurant in Santa Fe Oh, sunny Santa Fe would be nice Let's 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