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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 (ba**) 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, pa** me the dog-food!