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 wellThat's all you get to dreamUp 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