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
Deleted verse: Oh I don`t even know if it`s Cleveland or Maine With the buildings as big and rooms just the same And the TV don`t work and the French fries are cold And the room service closed about an hour ago
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