Hot Plate Heaven At The Green Hotel Lyrics - Broadway The Hard Way - 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 

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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 

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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