Luyện nghe bài hát Hang Up and Drive

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

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

Meanwhile at the Motel.....

"Hello, Operator, me room 321, please.
Hello, Lumpkin? This 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 big Harley up there in your room?
What?! I can't 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 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, answer the phone, udden udden!"
Well, it was all arranged by the Ladies Auxiliary in the downtown Convention
Cold Roast Beef, Beans, Mashed Potatoes and nine boring speeches in all.
And all the tables looked fine with their David Wine and Chrysanthemums on each side.
And the leaders in their rented Tuxedos made the local hearts swell with pride!

It's a typical American phenomenon 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 of the Shrine

Meanwhile at the Motel.....

"Operator, 321, please. You.
Hello, Coy? are you doin'?!
What do you mean, who is this! This is Bubba? Why 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 pineapple sherbet. have nothin' 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 yellin' out the 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 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 with mysterious
In accordance with prescribed rituals of time ceremony
Matters of grave concern were with dedicated caution
Like whether or not to raise at stud or draw or in the ocean

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

Meanwhile at the Motel.....

"Operator, room three-twenty...Uh, you know?
Oh! Hello! Where 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 from the cocktail lounge!
I hope Charlene don't find out about this, Coy!
What? Well, how'd you get that big motorcycle up there on the high dive,
Now Coy, dad burn it, 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 ring and your tie tack '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 you might join the Hell's Angels?
Coy! Coy! Don't you hang up on me! Don't you crank that motorcycle! Who's that gigglin' in the background,
Huh? Hello, hello operator! we was cut off! Yeah, room 321. Coy! Don't you up on me!
I'm the Illustrious Potentate! This is the IP, Coy! is Bubba! Coy! Bubba! Coy!............."