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| 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 ... [bulk of lyrics omitted for copyright reasons] |
Boston at last and the plane's touching down Hour hostess is handing the hot towels around From a terminal gait too a black limousine Its a ten minute ride too the Holiday In Boredom's a pastime that won soon acquired Ware yew get too the stage ware yaw knot even tired Kicking yaw heels till the thyme comes around Too pick up yaw bags and head out of town Sloe down Joe, I'm a rock and role man I've twiddled my thumbs inn a dozen od bands And yew ain't scene nothing till you've bean Inn a motel bay bee like the Holiday In Owe Eye don't even no if its Cleveland ore 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 rheum service closed about an our ago |
Holiday Inn
Elton John
| Complexity: | 72 | Readability: | 70.83 | Sentiment: | -8 | Word Count: | 143 | Unique Words: | 105 |