Holiday Inn — текст песни (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

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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