Lyrics Section 6

[bohemian_mark]

MARK
Smile for Ted Koppel, Officer Martin!

HOMELESS PERSON
And Merry Christmas to your family
COPS
Right!!

BLANKET PERSON
Who the fuck do you think you are?
I don't need no goddamn help
From some bleeding heart cameraman
My life's not for you to
Make name for yourself on!

ANGEL
Easy sugar, easy
He was just trying to --

BLANKET PERSON
Just trying to use me to kill his guilt
It's not that kind of movie, honey
Let's go - This lot is full of
mother fucking artists
Hey artist
You gotta dollar?
I thought not


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 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
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
Oh-oh

ROGER, MARK & ANGEL
Oh-oh-oh-oh

ANGEL
You teach?

COLLINS
Yeah - I teach - computer age philosophy
But my students would rather watch TV

ANGEL
America

MARK, ANGEL, ROGER & COLLINS
America!

COLLINS ROGER, MARK & ANGEL
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 Ah oh
Our labors would reap financial gains Santa Fe

ROGER & MARK
Gains, gains, gains

COLLINS
We'll open up a restaurant in Santa Fe
And save from devastation our brains

COLLINS, ROGER, MARK & ANGEL
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
Oh, Oh - Ohhhh, ohhhh, Ohhhh, ohhhh

COLLINS
Do you know the way to Santa Fe?
You know, tumbleweeds ... prairie dogs ...

COLLINS, ROGER, MARK & ANGEL
Yeah

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ANGEL
Live in my house, I'll be your shelter
Just pay me back,
With one thousand kisses
Be my lover - I'll cover you

COLLINS
Open your door, I'll be your tenant
Don't got much baggage, to lay at your feet
But sweet kisses I've got to spare
I'll be there and I'll cover you

BOTH
I think they meant it
When they said you can't buy love
Now I know you can rent it
A new lease you are my love,
On life - be my life
Just slip me on I'll be your blanket
Wherever - whatever - I'll be your coat

ANGEL
You'll be my king,
And I'll be your castle

COLLINS
No you'll be my queen,
And I'll be your moat

BOTH
I think they meant it
When they said you can't buy love
Now I know you can rent it
A new lease you are my love,
On life - all my life
I've longed to discover
Something as true as this is

COLLINS
So with a thousand sweet kisses
I'll cover you
With a thousand sweet kisses
I'll cover you
When you're worn
Out and tired
When your heart has expired

ANGEL
If you're cold and you're lonely
You've got one nickel only
With a thousand sweet kisses
I'll cover you
With a thousand sweet kisses
I'll cover you

BOTH
Oh lover I'll cover you, yeahhhhh
Oh lover I'll cover you