Lyrics by bernie taupin
Available on the album madman across the water
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
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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