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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
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