Luyện nghe bài hát Shriner's Convention

Here they come down street
Drums a flailin' and the a wailin', what a roar!
Bands are a playin' and flags are a
And the Vanguards and Corps

Clowns are a to the crowd
And pinchin' every pretty girl who to smile
It's a mess, everybody wears a fez
The parade stretches out for a

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

Meanwhile, at the motel

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

"Dad blame it! This Bubba!
Coy, why are'nt you at the
What? Well, how'd you get big Harley
Up there in room?"

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

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

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

And all the tables looked fine with their Mogen David
And Chrysanthemums on side
And the Hahira in their rented tuxedos
the local hearts swell with pride

It's a typical American
Where all the have a fine old time
It's the Forty-Third Annual
Of the Grand Royal Order
Of the Nobles of the Ali Temple of the Shrine

Meanwhile, at the motel

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

"What do you mean all you had to
Was a Hawaiian shirt?
Well, you may think you're some people
But I know goin' on"

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

"Didn't have on but your fez, Coy!
Coy, you the one who's got a fez with a propeller on top!
Yeah, and she was a yellin' out the secret code too, Coy
We have to change it now, Coy! Dad, blame it, Coy!"

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

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

Matters of grave
weighed with 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 Mystic Royal Order
Of the Nobles of the Ali Baba of the Shrine

Meanwhile, back at the

"Operator, 320
How, How'd you
Oh! Hello Coy! have you been?
No, you at the meeting!"

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

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

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

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

"Who's that gigglin' in the background,
Hello, hello operator! Yeah, we's cut off! 321
Coy! Don't you hang up on the Potentate!
I said the Potentate!
is Bubba! Bubba! Coy! Coy!"