paroles de chanson Holiday Inn (BBC Sounds For Saturday / 29th April 1972) - Elton John

The next song is about travelling in America
And uh, when you're suppose to do ten or eleven weeks
Tours of America, you sort of get in a hotel, get on a plane
You do the gig and you get up and leave the hotel
And you get on another plane
And this is the story about a chain of hotel

This isn't really advertising but then
Most musicians who go over to the
United States usually stay in because
Every town has one and they're called Holiday Inns
And this is the title of the song

Boston at last, and the plane's touching down
Our hostess is handing the hot towels 'round
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 'til the time comes 'round
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
You ain't seen nothing 'til you've been
In a motel, baby, like the Holiday Inn

Oh, I don't even know if it's Cleveland or Maine
Well, the buildings as big and rooms just the same
And the TV don't work and the French fries are cold
And room service closed about an hour ago

Slow down, Joe, I'm a rock and roll man
I've twiddled my thumbs in a dozen odd bands
You ain't seen nothing 'til you've been
In a motel, baby, like the Holiday Inn

Slow down, Joe, I'm a rock and roll man
I've twiddled my thumbs in a dozen odd bands
You ain't seen nothing 'til you've been
In a motel, baby, like the Holiday Inn