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From : brilliantXdelirium
Added: Oct 24, 2008
Angel: New York City Mark: Uh huh Angel: Center of the Universe Collins: Sing it, girl! Angel: Times are shitty, but I'm pretty sure they can't get worse Roger: 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 talkin'! 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 And all this misery pays no salary so Let's open up a restaurant in Santa Fe Sunny Santa Fe would be nice We'll open up a restaurant in Santa Fe And leave this to the roaches and mice Angel: You teach? Collins: Yeah, I teach Computer Age Philosophy But my students would rather watch T.V. Angel: America All: America! Collins: 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 All: Santa Fe Collins: Our labors would reep financial gain Mark: Gain! Angel: Gain! Roger: Gain! Collins: We'll open up a restaurant in Santa Fe All: Santa Fe Collins: And save from devastation our brains All: 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 in Santa Fe Forget this cold bohemian hell Collins: Do you know the way to Santa Fe? Ya know, tumble weeds, prairie dogs..yeah
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