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