Holiday Inn

Boston at last and the plane's touching down

Our hostess is handing the hot towels around

From a terminal gate to a black Limousine

It's a ten minute ride to the Holiday InnBoredom's a pastime that one soon acquired

Where you get to the stage where you're not even tired

Kicking your heels till the time comes around

To pick up your bags and head out of townSlow down Joe, I'm a rock and roll man

I've twiddled my thumbs in a dozen odd bands

You ain't seen nothing till you've been

In a motel baby like the Holiday InnSlow down Joe, I'm a rock and roll man

I've twiddled my thumbs in a dozen odd bands

Oh and you ain't seen nothing till you've been

In a motel baby like the Holiday Inn