Ray white (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Ike willis (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Bobby martin (keyboards, saxophone, vocals)
Alan zavod (keyboards)
Scott thunes (bass)
Chad wackerman (drums)
I used to have a job
An I was doin fairly well
Depression came along
An everybody start to yell
Whered they go, them good ol days,
An all that crap we used to sell?
Now Im in hot-plate heaven,
At the green hotel
Republicans is fine,
If youre a multi-millionaire
Democrats is fair,
If all you own is what you wear
Neither of ems really right,
cause neither of em care
bout that hot-plate heaven,
cause they aint been there
They really oughta go
n find out how the hall-way smell --
Theyd benefit to know
bout what the bums in there could tell
(I guess were only dreamin,
But I spose its just as well
Thats all you get to dream
Up in the green hotel)
Nature didnt put me here,
An neither did my fate --
It musta been some evil ol
Republican candidate!
Hes over there in washington,
But I wish he was in hell
cause Im 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
Were goin again
The green hotel
Neither has my rags,
Up in the green hotel
Hey, pass me the dog-food!