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've 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've 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

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): BERNIE TAUPIN, ELTON JOHN