Singing:

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- I'll cover you

Singing:

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

Let's open up a restaurant in Santa Fe

And leave this to the roaches and mice

Singing:

Gentlemen, our benefactor on this Christmas EveWhose charity is only matched by talent, I believeA new member of the Alphabet City avant-gardeAngel Dumott Schunard!