Holiday Inn

Elton John

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 

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