The next song is about traveling in America and when you sort of do 10 or 11 week tours of America
you sort of get in a hotel you get on a plane you do the gig and you get up and you leave the hotel
and you get on another plane and this is a story about a chain of hotels it's really advertising
but the most musicians who go over to United States usually stay in because every town has
one and they're called Holiday Inns and this is the title of the song thank you all right
Bustin' at last and the plane's touchin' down
A hostess is handin' the hot towels around
From a terminal gate to a black limousine
It's a 10-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
Kickin' your heels till the time comes around
To pick up your bags and head out of town
Slow down Joe, I'm a rock'n'roll man
I twirl my thumbs in a dozen odd bands
You ain't seen nothin' till you're bound in a motel, baby
Like the Holiday Inn
Oh, I don't even know if it's Cleveland or Maine
Well, the building's as big and the room's just the same
And the T.V. don't work and the french fries are cold
And room service closed about an hour ago
Slow down Joe, I'm a rock'n'roll man
I twirl my thumbs in a dozen odd bands
You ain't seen nothin' till you're bound in a motel, baby
Like the Holiday Inn
Slow down Joe, I'm a rock'n'roll man
I twirl my thumbs in a dozen odd bands
You ain't seen nothin' till you're bound in a motel, baby
Like the Holiday Inn
Like the Holiday Inn