Santa-Fe,
Dear, dear, dear, dear Santa-Fe.
Since I'm never gonna cease
to roam,
I'm never, ever far from home,
But I'll build a geodesic
dome
And sail away.
Don't feel bad.
No, no, no, no, don't feel
bad
It's the best food I've ever
had.
Makes me feel so glad
That she's cooking in a home-made
pad
She never caught a cold so
bad
When I'm away.
Santa-Fe,
Dear, dear, dear, dear, dear,
dear Santa-Fe.
My shrimp boat's in the bay
I won't have my nature this
way,
And I'm leanin' on the wheel
each day
To drift away
From Santa-Fe,
Dear, dear, dear, dear, dear
Santa-Fe.
My sister looks good at home,
She's lickin' on an ice cream
cone,
She's packin' her big white
comb,
What does it weigh?
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