Hot Plate Heaven At The Green Hotel lyrics
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Artist: Frank Zappa Album: Broadway The Hardway
Lyrics
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals) Ike willis (guitar, vocals) Mike keneally (guitar, synthesizer, vocals) Bobby martin (keyboards, vocals) Ed mann (percussion) Walt fowler (trumpet) Bruce fowler (trombone) Paul carman (alto saxophone) Albert wing (tenor saxophone) Kurt mcgettrick (baritone saxophone) Scott thunes (bass) Chad wackerman (drums) Eric buxton (vocals)
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
[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]
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