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 'til 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 twiddled my thumbs in a dozen odd bands And you ain't seen nothing 'til you've been In a motel, baby, like the Holiday Inn ♪ Slow down, Joe, I'm a rock and roll man I twiddled my thumbs in a dozen odd bands Oh, and you ain't seen nothing 'til you've been In a motel, baby, like the Holiday Inn