Luyện nghe bài hát Shriner's Convention

Here they come down main
a flailin' and the sirens a wailin', what a roar!
Bands are a and flags are a wavin'
And the Vanguards and Corps

are a clownin' to the crowd
And pinchin' every girl who dares to smile
It's a glorious mess, wears a fez
The parade out for a mile

It's a typical American
Where all the members a fine old time
It's the Forty-Third Convention
Of the Mystic Royal Order
Of the of the Ali Baba Temple of the Shrine

Meanwhile, back at the

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

"Dad blame it! here's Bubba!
Coy, why you at the parade?
What? Well, how'd you get that big
Up in your room?"

"What? I can't ya' Coy!
revvin' it up, boy! Turn it off!
Listen, I just you to know one thing
You have embarrassed us all, the whole delegation! "

"Now I'll see you at the tonight, son
And you be Coy, you hear me?
Black tie! Seven o'clock! Be Coy!
And Coy, don't the phone, 'udden udden!"

Well, it was all arranged by the Auxiliary
In the Convention hall
Cold beef, string beans, mashed potatoes
And boring speeches in all

And all the tables looked fine with Mogen David wine
And on each side
And the Hahira leaders in their tuxedos
the local hearts swell with pride

It's a typical phenomenon
Where all the members a fine old time
It's the Annual Convention
Of the Mystic Royal Order
Of the Nobles of the Ali Baba of the Shrine

Meanwhile, at the motel

"Operator, 321, Thank You!
Hello, What are you doin'?
What do you mean, who is
is Bubba? Why wasn't you at the banquet?"

"What do you all you had to wear
Was a Hawaiian shirt?
Well, you may you're foolin' some people
But I what's goin' on"

"Yeah, everybody seen the redhead
right, everybody!
Why she come through the dinner
Right in the middle of the sherbet"

"Didn't have on but your fez, Coy!
Coy, you the only one 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, Coy! Dad, it, Coy!"

"We gonna have to have a special meetin', we get to Hahira
About your conduct at this convention! Embarrassin'!
Now Coy, you be at the conclave tonight, you hear me?
And Coy, it a secret! Huh!"

Well, it was a secret meeting in the dead of the
With mysterious
In accordance with
Rituals of time honored

Matters of concern
Were weighed dedicated caution
Like or not to raise at stud
Or or spit in the ocean

It's a typical phenomenon
Where all the have a fine old time
It's the Forty-Third Convention
Of the Grand Royal Order
Of the Nobles of the Ali Baba Temple of the

Meanwhile, back at the

"Operator, 320
How, you know?
Oh! Hello Coy! Where have you
No, you at the meeting!"

"Well, I found out at three o'clock this mornin'
You was out there, in fruit of the looms
In the motel pool with a bunch
Of them waitresses from the Lounge!"

"I just hope don't find out about this, Coy!
Well, how'd you get that big motorcycle
Up there on the high dive,
Now Coy, Dad it, that ain't no way to act"

"We to be pillars of the community
When we get back to Hahira, you can just in your ring
And your tie 'cause Coy, hehe, you are out of the shrine!
You be blackballed, Coy! That's right!"

"You may to pack your bags and leave town!
do you mean, you might join the Hell's Angels?
Coy! Don't you up on me!
Don't you that motorcycle!"

"Who's that gigglin' in the background,
Hello, operator! Yeah, we's cut off! Room 321
Coy! you hang up on the illustrious Potentate!
I said the Potentate!
is Bubba! Bubba! Coy! Coy!"