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
Oh, and you ain't seen nothing
Till you've been
In a motel, baby
Like the Holiday Inn