ANGEL Times Are Shitty But I'm Pretty Sure They Can't Get Worse
MARK 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 All This Misery Pays No Salary, So Let's Open Up A Restaurant In Santa Fe Oh Sunny Santa Fe Would Be Nice We'll Open Up A Restaurant In Santa Fe And Leave This To The Roaches And Mice
Oh--Oh
ALL Oh--
ANGEL You Teach?
COLLINS Ya - I Teach Computer Age Philosophy while 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 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 Gain
ALL Gain, Gain, Gain
COLLINS We'll Open Up A Restaurant In Santa Fe And Save From Devastation Our Brains
HOMELESS Save Our Brains
ALL 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--
COLLINS Do You Know The Way To Santa Fe? You Know, Tumbleweeds...Prairie Dogs...