Standard (EADGBE)

New York City! (uh huh.) Centre of the universe. (sing it, girl)

Times are shitty, but I'm pretty sure they can't get worse. (I hear ya.)

It's a comfort to know, when you're singing the "Hit the Road Blues"

  N/

That anywhere else you could possibly go after New York would be:

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A Pleasure cruise.

Now you're Talkin'. (collins's trademark evil laugh, lol muahaha)

 Well I'm thwarted by a metaphysic puzzle

 And I'm sick of gradin' papers, that I know.

 I'm shouting in my sleep I need a muzzle

 And all this misery pays no salary so

Chorus

Let's Open up a restaurant in Santa Fe

  Sunny Santa Fe Would be Nice

  Let's Open up a Restaurant in Santa Fe

 And leave this to the roaches and mice.

  Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

  Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

You teach? Yeah, I teach Computer age philosophy

 When my students would rather watch T.V.? America. (America)

 You're a sensitive aesthete, Brush the sauce onto the meat

 You can make the menu sparkle with a rhyme

 You can drum a gentle drum, I can seat guests as they come

 Chatting not about Heidegger but wine.

 Let's open up a restaurant in Santa Fe

  Our labours would reap financial gain

  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

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh (whoa oh oh oh whoa oh oh)

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

 yeah yeah yeah mmhmm *strange nasal sounds*

  Do you know the way To Santa Fe?

  You know; tumbleweeds... prairie dawwwwwgs.

  Yeaaah.