Luyện nghe bài hát Hang Up and Drive

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

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

Meanwhile at the Motel.....

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

Coy, why an't you at the parade?! What?! Well, how'd you get that big Harley up 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! o'clock! Be there, Coy! And Coy, don't answer the phone, udden udden!"
Well, it was all arranged by the Ladies Auxiliary in the downtown 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 Chrysanthemums on side.
And the Hahira leaders in 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 Grand Royal Order
Of the Nobles of the Ali Baba of the Shrine

Meanwhile at the Motel.....

"Operator, 321, please. You.
Hello, What are you doin'?!
What do you mean, who is this! is Bubba? Why wasn't you at the banquet?
do you mean all you had to wear was a Hawaiian flowerdy shirt?
Well, you may think you're foolin' 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 sherbet. Didn't have nothin' on but your fez, Coy!
Coy, you the only got a fez with a propeller on top!! Yeah, yeah and she was a yellin' out the secret code, too, Coy.
We gonna have to change it now, Dad blame it, Coy! We gonna have to have a special meetin', we get back to Hahira, about your conduct at 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 of the night with mysterious sanctimony
In accordance with prescribed of time honored ceremony
Matters of grave concern weighed with dedicated caution
Like or not to raise at stud or draw or spit in the ocean

It's a typical American phenomenon where all the members have a old time
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, room three-twenty...Uh, 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 Fruit of the Loom's in the motel swimmin' pool with a bunch of them waitresses from the cocktail 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 burn it, that ain't no way to act. We supposed to be of the community.
When we get to Hahira you can just turn in your ring and your tie tack 'cause Coy, heh-heh, you are out of the Shrine!
That's right! You gonna to pack your bags and leave town! You gonn be black-balled, Coy! What do you mean you might join the Hell's Angels?
Coy! Coy! Don't you up on me! Don't you crank that motorcycle! Who's that gigglin' in the background, Coy?
Huh? Hello, operator! we was cut off! Yeah, room 321. Coy! Don't you hang up on me!
I'm the Illustrious Potentate! is the IP, Coy! This is Bubba! Coy! Bubba! Coy!............."