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 'n 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