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 Inn Boredom'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 town Slow down, Joe, I'm a rock-and-roll man I've twiddled my thumbs in a dozen odd bands And you ain't seen nothing till you've been In a motel, baby, like the Holiday Inn