New York City (uh Huh)
Center Of The Universe (sing It Girl)
Times Are ShittyBut 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
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 Are Low
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
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, Whoa
Whoa, 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 Can Make The Menu Sparkle With Rhyme
You Can Drum A Gentle Drum
And I Could Seat Guests As They Come
Chatting Not About Heidegger But Wine

Let's Open Up A Restaurant In Santa Fe (Santa Fe)
Our Labors Would Reap Financial Gains (gains-gains-gains)
Let′s 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

Whoa, Oh, Oh, Oh
Whoa-whoa Oh, Oh
Whoa
Whoa, Oh, Oh, Oh
Whoa-whoa Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh

Do You Know The Way To Santa Fe?
You Know? Tumbleweeds, Prairie Dogs, Yeah