Hot Plate Heaven At The Green Hotel - Frank Zappa
I used to have a job
An' I was doin' very well
Depression came along
An' everybody start to yell
"Where'd they go them good ol' days
'An all that crap we used to sell"
Now I'm in Hot-Plate Heaven
At the Green Hotel
Republicans is fine
If you're a multi-millionaire
Democrats is fair
If all you own is what you wear
Neither of 'em's REALLY right
'Cause neithor of 'em CARE
'Bout that Hot-Plate Heaven
'Cause they ain't been there
They really oughta go
'N find out how the hall-way smell --
They'd benefit to know
'Bout what the bums in there could tell
Of course we're only dreamin'
But I s'pose it's just as well
That's ALL you get to dream
Up in the Green Hotel
Nature didn't put me here
An' neither did my fate --
I musta been some even ol'
Republican candidate
He's over here in Washington
But I wish he was in HELL
'Cause I'm in Hot-Plate Heaven
At the Green Hotel
Things is slightly better now;
They hope we will forget
The misery of 'TRICKLE DOWN'
An' jelly-bean etiquette
The Regal Presidential Style
Has simply not worn well
An' neither has my rags
Up in the Green Hotel
