Hot-Plate Heaven At The Green Hotel Songtext / Lyric

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

(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 –

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

Their 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

We're goin' again

The Green Hotel

Neither has my rags,

Up in the Green Hotel

Hey, pass me the dog-food!