Frank zappa (guitar, lead vocals)
Ray white (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Ike willis (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Bobby martin (keyboards, saxophone, vocals)
Alan zavod (keyboards)
Scott thunes (bass)
Chad wackerman (drums)
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
(I guess 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 --
It musta been some evil ol'
Republican candidate!
He's over there 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,
But neither has my rags,
Up in the green hotel
I said the green hotel
I mean the green hotel
Been there once
The green hotel
We're goin' again
The green hotel
Neither has my rags,
Up in the green hotel
Hey, pass me the dog-food!
