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Boston at last and the plane's touching downOur hostess is handing the hot towels aroundFrom a terminal gate to a black limousineIt's a ten minute ride to the Holiday InnBoredom's a pastime that one soon acquiredWhere you get to the stage where you're not even tiredKicking your heels till the time comes aroundTo pick up your bags and head out of townSlow down Joe, I'm a rock and roll manI've twiddled my thumbs in a dozen odd bandsAnd you ain't seen nothing till you've beenIn a motel baby like the Holiday Inn
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