Hot-Plate Heaven at the Green Hotel Frank Zappa

I used to have a job
An' I was doin' fairly 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 neither 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)