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 Motorcycle
Clowns are a clownin' to the crowd and pinchin' every girl who dares to smile
It's a glorious mess, everybody wears a fez the stretches out for a mile.

It's a typical American phenomenon where all the members 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, give me 321, please.
Hello, Noble Lumpkin? This here is the 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! 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 me? Black tie! Seven 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 Convention Hall
Cold Roast Beef, String Beans, Mashed Potatoes and nine boring in all.
And all the tables looked fine their Mogen 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 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.....

"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?
What do you 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 right through the dinner, right in the middle of the pineapple sherbet. Didn't have nothin' on but your fez, Coy!
Coy, you the one's 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 this convention.
Embarrassin'!! Now Coy, you be at the secret conclave tonight! You hear me?! And it a secret! Hah"

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

It's a typical American phenomenon where all the have a fine old time
It's the forty-third Convention of the Grand Mystic Royal Order
Of the of the Ali Baba 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 your Fruit of the Loom's in the motel swimmin' pool a bunch of them waitresses from the cocktail lounge!
I just hope Charlene find out about this, Coy!
What? Well, how'd you get that big motorcycle up there on the dive, Coy?
Now Coy, dad burn it, that ain't no way to act. We supposed to be 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!
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 Hell's Angels?
Coy! Coy! Don't you hang up on me! Don't you crank that motorcycle! 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! This is the IP, Coy! is Bubba! Coy! Bubba! Coy!............."