Boston at last, and the planes touching down
Our hostess is handing the hot towels around
From a terminal gate to a black limousine
Its a ten minute ride to the Holiday Inn
Boredoms a pastime that one soon acquired
Where you get to the stage, where youre not even tired
Kicking your heels til the time comes around
To pick up your bags and head out of town
Slow down, Joe, Im a rock-and-roll man
Ive twiddled my thumbs in a dozen odd bands
And you aint seen nothing til youve been
In a motel, baby, like the Holiday Inn
Slow down, Joe, Im a rock-and-roll man
Ive twiddled my thumbs in a dozen odd bands
Oh and you aint seen nothing til youve been
In a motel, baby, like the Holiday Inn