Luyện nghe bài hát Hang Up and Drive

Here they come down main street, drums a flailin' and the a wailin', what a roar
Bands are a playin' and flags are a waivin, and the Vanguard's and Motorcycle
Clowns are a clownin' to the crowd and pinchin' every pretty girl who dares to
It's a glorious mess, everybody a fez the parade stretches out for a mile.

It's a typical American phenomenon where all the members a fine old time
It's the annual Convention of the Grand Mystic Royal Order
Of the Nobles of the Ali Baba Temple of the

Meanwhile at the Motel.....

"Hello, Operator, give me 321, please.
Hello, Noble Lumpkin? This is the Illustrious Potentate.
I said the illustrious Potentate....The Illustrious...Coy! Dad blame it! This here's Bubba!

Coy, why you at the parade?! What?! Well, how'd you get that big Harley up there in your room?
What?! I can't hear ya' Coy! Quit revvin' it up, son! it off! Listen I just want you to know one thing. You have embarrassed us all, the whole Hahira Delegation!
Now I'll see you at the banquet tonight, son. And you be there Coy, you hear me? Black tie! Seven o'clock! Be there, Coy! And Coy, don't the phone, udden udden!"
Well, it was all arranged by the Ladies in the downtown Convention Hall
Cold Roast Beef, String Beans, Mashed Potatoes and boring speeches in all.
And all the tables looked fine with their Mogen David Wine and on each side.
And the Hahira in their rented Tuxedos made the local hearts swell with pride!

It's a American phenomenon where all the members have a fine old time
It's the forty-third annual Convention of the Mystic Royal Order
Of the Nobles of the Ali Baba Temple of the

Meanwhile at the Motel.....

"Operator, 321, please. You.
Hello, Coy? are you doin'?!
What do you mean, who is this! This is Why wasn't you at the banquet?
What do you mean all you had to wear was a Hawaiian shirt?
Well, you may you're foolin' some people, but Ever'body seen the little redhead. That's right, ever'body!
Why she come runnin' right through the dinner, right in the middle of the pineapple sherbet. Didn't have on but your fez, Coy!
Coy, you the only one's got a fez with a propeller on top!! Yeah, yeah and she was a out the secret code, too, Coy.
We gonna have to change it now, Dad it, Coy! We gonna have to have a special meetin', we get back to Hahira, about your conduct at this here convention.
Embarrassin'!! Now Coy, you be at the conclave tonight! You hear me?! And keep it a secret! Hah"

Well, it was a secret meeting in the dead of the night mysterious sanctimony
In accordance prescribed rituals of time honored ceremony
Matters of grave concern were with dedicated caution
Like whether or not to raise at stud or or spit in the ocean

It's a typical American phenomenon where all the members have a fine old
the forty-third annual Convention of the Grand Mystic Royal Order
Of the Nobles of the Ali Temple of the Shrine

Meanwhile at the Motel.....

"Operator, three-twenty...Uh, H-How'd you know?
Oh! Hello! Coy? have you been?
No, you wasn't at the meeting! Well, I found out that at three o'clock this mornin' you was out there in your Fruit of the Loom's in the motel swimmin' pool with a bunch of them waitresses from the lounge!
I just hope Charlene find out about this, Coy!
Well, how'd you get that big motorcycle up there on the high dive, Coy?
Now Coy, dad it, that ain't no way to act. We supposed to be pillars of the community.
When we get back to Hahira you can just turn in your ring and your tie 'cause Coy, heh-heh, you are out of the Shrine!
That's right! You gonna have to pack your bags and leave town! You gonn be black-balled, Coy! What do you mean you might join the Angels?
Coy! Coy! Don't you hang up on me! Don't you crank motorcycle! Who's that gigglin' in the background, Coy?
Hello, hello operator! we was cut off! Yeah, room 321. Coy! Don't you hang up on me!
I'm the Illustrious Potentate! This is the IP, Coy! is Bubba! Coy! Bubba! Coy!............."