[ANGEL]
New York City
[COLLINS]
Uh-huh
[ANGEL]
Center of the universe
[COLLINS]
Sing it, girl
[ANGEL]
Times Are s___ty, but I'm pretty sure they can't get worse
[COLLINS]
I hear that
[ANGEL]
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
[COLLINS]
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
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

[ANGEL]
You teach?
[COLLINS]
Yeah, I teach, computer age philosophy
But my students would rather watch TV
[ANGEL]
America
[ALL]
America!
[COLLINS]
You're a sensitive aesthete
Brush the sauce onto the meat
You could 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
Gains, gains, gains

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

Do you know the way to Santa Fe?
You know, tumbleweeds... prairie dogs...
[ALL]
Yeah...

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