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Текст (слова) песни: Frank Zappa - Hot Plate Heaven at The Green Hotel
I used to have a job
An I was doin very well
Depression came along
An everybody start to yell
whered they go, them good ol days,
an all that crap we used to sell?
Now Im in hot-plate heaven,
At the green hotel
Republicans is fine,
If youre a multi-millionaire
Democrats is fair,
If all you own is what you wear
Neither of ems really right,
cause neithor of em care
bout that hot-plate heaven,
cause they aint been there
They really oughta go
n find out how the hall-way smell --
Theyd benefit to know
bout what the bums in there could tell
(of course were only dreamin,
But I spose its just as well
Thats all you get to dream
Up in the green hotel)
Nature didnt put me here
An neither did my fate --
I musta been some even ol
Republican candidate!
Hes over here in washington,
But I wish he was in hell
cause Im 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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