text: 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 till 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 till 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
  And you aint seen nothing till youve been
  In a motel, baby, like the Holiday Inn
  Oh, I dont even know if its Cleveland or Maine
  With the buildings as big and rooms just the same
  And the TV dont work and the French fries are cold
  And the room service closed about an hour ago