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 you 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? 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 could make the menu sparkle with a rhyme You could 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 Gains, gains, gains We'll open up a restaurant in Santa Fe And save from devastation of 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 Oh Oh Do you know the way to Santa Fe? You know, tumbleweeds, prairie dogs, yeah © FINSTER & LUCY MUSIC LTD CO; UNIVERSAL MUSIC CORP.; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com