Lyrics of Song Hot Plate Heaven At The Green Hotel

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