Broadway The Hard Way - Hot Plate Heaven At The Green Hotel
Broadway The Hard Way
Hot Plate Heaven At The Green Hotel
listopad 1988, 6:40 min.
předchozí skladba | zpět na info o albu | následující skladbaFrank Zappa (sólová kytara, zpěv)
Ike Willis (kytara, zpěv)
Mike Keneally (kytara, synthesizer, zpěv)
Bobby Martin (klávesy, zpěv)
Ed Mann (perkuse)
Walt Fowler (trumpeta)
Bruce Fowler (trombón)
Paul Carman (alt saxofón)
Albert Wing (tenor saxofón)
Kurt McGettrick (baritón saxofón)
Scott Thunes (basa)
Chad Wackerman (bicí)
Eric Buxton (zpěv)
I used to have a job
An' I was doin' very 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 neithor 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)
Nature didn't put me here
An' neither did my fate --
I musta been some even ol'
Republican candidate!
He's over here 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,
An' neither has my rags,
Up in the Green Hotel
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