[Stadthalle, Vienna, Austria
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May 8, 1988
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&
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Rudi-Sedlmeyer Sporthalle, Munich, Germany
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May 9, 1988]
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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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(I guess 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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The 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) the Green Hotel
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(An' gone again) the Green Hotel
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Neither has my rags
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Up in the Green Hotel
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Pass me the dog food!
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Hot-Plate Heaven At The Green Hotel
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Frank Zappa |