Santa-Fe,
Dear, dear, dear, dear, dear Santa-Fe,
My woman needs it ev´ryday,
She promised this a-lad she´d stay,
She´s rollin´ up a lotta bread

To toss away.
She´s in Santa-Fe,
Dear, dear, dear, dear, dear Santa-Fe
Now she´s opened up an old maid´s home,
She´s proud, but she needs to roam,
She´s gonna write herself a roadside poem,
About Santa-Fe.

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?