Luyện nghe bài hát Hang Up and Drive

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

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

Meanwhile at the Motel.....

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

Coy, why an't you at the parade?! What?! Well, how'd you get that big Harley up there in room?
What?! I can't hear ya' Coy! Quit revvin' it up, son! Turn it off! Listen I just want you to know one thing. You have embarrassed us all, the 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 answer the phone, udden!"
Well, it was all arranged by the Auxiliary in the downtown Convention Hall
Cold Roast Beef, String Beans, Mashed Potatoes and boring speeches in all.
And all the tables looked fine their Mogen David Wine and Chrysanthemums on each side.
And the Hahira in their rented Tuxedos made the local hearts swell with pride!

It's a typical American phenomenon where all the have a fine old time
It's the forty-third annual Convention of the Grand 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! is Bubba? Why wasn't you at the banquet?
What do you mean all you had to was a Hawaiian flowerdy shirt?
Well, you may think you're foolin' some people, but Ever'body seen the redhead. That's right, ever'body!
Why she come runnin' right the dinner, right in the middle of the pineapple 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 secret tonight! You hear me?! And keep it a secret! Hah"

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

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 Temple of the Shrine

Meanwhile at the Motel.....

"Operator, room three-twenty...Uh, H-How'd you
Oh! Hello! Coy? Where you been?
No, you wasn't at the meeting! Well, I found out that at 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 cocktail lounge!
I just hope Charlene don't find out this, Coy!
What? Well, how'd you get that big motorcycle up there on the dive, Coy?
Now Coy, dad burn it, that no way to act. We supposed to be pillars of the community.
When we get back to Hahira you can just in your ring and your tie tack 'cause Coy, heh-heh, you are out of the Shrine!
That's right! You have 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, hello operator! we was cut off! Yeah, 321. Coy! Don't you hang up on me!
I'm the Illustrious Potentate! is the IP, Coy! This is Bubba! Coy! Bubba! Coy!............."