Letra de 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 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

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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