Frank Zappa - Hot-Plate Heaven at the Green Hotel [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

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
(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 –
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
Their 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, pass me the dog-food!