Hot Plate Heaven at the Green Hotel
Frank Zappa
I used to have a job
An' I was doin' fairly 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 neither 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
I guess 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
It musta been some evil ol'
Republican candidate
He's over there 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
But neither has my rags
Up in the Green Hotel
(I said) the Green Hotel
(I mean) the Green Hotel
(Been there once) the Green Hotel
(An' gone again) the Green Hotel
Neither has my rags
Up in the Green Hotel
Pass me the dog food