Karaoké Santa Fe Rent (musical)

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

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

Well, I'm thwarted by a metaphysic puzzle

And I'm sick of grading papers that I know

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

Woah

Woah

You teach

I teach

Computer age philosophy while my students would rather watch TV

Huh, America

America

You're a sensitive aesthete

Brush the sauce onto the meat

You can make the menu sparkle with a rhyme

You could 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

Ah, Santa Fe

Our labors would reap financial gain

Ah, ding ding ding

Let's open up a restaurant in Santa Fe

Ah, Santa Fe

And save from devastation our brains

Save our brains

We'll pack up all our junk and fly so far away

We'll pack up all our junk and fly so far away

Devote ourselves

Devote ourselves to projects that sell to projects that sell

We'll open up

We'll open up a restaurant in Santa Fe a restaurant in Santa Fe

Forget this cold Bohemian hell

Ah

Hell

Woah

Woah

Woah

Woah

Woah

Woah

Oh

Woah

Do you know the way to Santa Fe

You know, tumbleweeds prairie dogs

Yeah