| I used to have a job
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| An' I was doin' fairly well
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| Depression came along
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| An' everybody start to yell
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| «Where'd they go, them good ol' days
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| An' all that crap we used to sell?»
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| Now I’m in Hot-Plate Heaven
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| At the Green Hotel
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| Republicans is fine
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| If you’re a multi-millionaire
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| Democrats is fair
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| If all you own is what you wear
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| Neither of 'em's REALLY right
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| 'Cause neither of 'em CARE
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| 'Bout that Hot-Plate Heaven
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| 'Cause they ain’t been there
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| They really oughta go
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| 'N find out how the hall-way smell —
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| They’d benefit to know
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| 'Bout what the bums in there could tell
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| (Of course we’re only dreamin'
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| But I s’pose it’s just as well
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| That’s ALL you get to dream
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| Up in the Green Hotel)
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| Nature didn’t put me here
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| An' neither did my fate —
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| It musta been some evil ol'
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| Republican candidate!
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| He’s over there in Washington
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| But I wish he was in HELL
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| 'Cause I’m in Hot-Plate Heaven
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| At the Green Hotel
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| Things is slightly better now;
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| They hope we will forget
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| Their misery of 'TRICKLE DOWN'
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| An' jelly-bean etiquette
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| The Regal Presidential Style
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| Has simply not worn well
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| But neither has my rags
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| Up in the Green Hotel
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| I said the Green Hotel
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| I mean the Green Hotel
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| Been there once
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| The Green Hotel
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| We’re goin' again
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| The Green Hotel
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| Neither has my rags
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| Up in the Green Hotel
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| Hey, pass me the dog-food! |