| Lyrics: | 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 |
