Luyện nghe bài hát Shriner's Convention

Here they down main street
Drums a flailin' and the a wailin', what a roar!
are a playin' and flags are a wavin'
And the and Motorcycle Corps

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

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

Meanwhile, at the motel

"Operator, me room 321, please
Hello, Lumpkin?
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 there in room?"

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

"Now see you at the banquet tonight, son
And you be Coy, you hear me?
tie! Seven o'clock! Be there Coy!
And Coy, answer the phone, 'udden udden!"

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

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

It's a typical American
Where all the members have a old time
It's the Annual Convention
Of the Grand Royal Order
Of the Nobles of the Ali Temple of the Shrine

Meanwhile, back at the

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

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

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

"Didn't nothin' 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 secret too, Coy
We gonna have to it now, Coy! Dad, blame it, Coy!"

"We gonna to have a special meetin', we get back to Hahira
About your conduct at this 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 of the night
With sanctimony
In with prescribed
of time honored ceremony

Matters of concern
Were weighed with caution
Like whether or not to raise at
Or draw or spit in the

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

Meanwhile, back at the

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

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

"I just hope Charlene don't out about this, Coy!
Well, how'd you get that big motorcycle
Up there on the dive, Coy?
Now Coy, Dad 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 ring
And your tie tack Coy, hehe, you are out of the shrine!
You be blackballed, Coy! That's right!"

"You may have to 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, hello operator! Yeah, cut off! Room 321
Coy! Don't you up on the illustrious Potentate!
I said the Potentate!
is Bubba! Bubba! Coy! Coy!"