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                    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