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