Frank Zappa - Hot Plate Heaven at The Green Hotel текст песни

I used to have a job

An I was doin very well

Depression came along

An everybody start to yell

whered they go, them good ol days,

an all that crap we used to sell?

Now Im in hot-plate heaven,

At the green hotel

Republicans is fine,

If youre a multi-millionaire

Democrats is fair,

If all you own is what you wear

Neither of ems really right,

cause neithor of em care

bout that hot-plate heaven,

cause they aint been there

They really oughta go

n find out how the hall-way smell --

Theyd benefit to know

bout what the bums in there could tell

(of course were only dreamin,

But I spose its just as well

Thats all you get to dream

Up in the green hotel)

Nature didnt put me here

An neither did my fate --

I musta been some even ol

Republican candidate!

Hes over here in washington,

But I wish he was in hell

cause Im 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