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 are a wavin'
And the Vanguards and Corps

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

It's a typical phenomenon
Where all the members have a fine old
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, give me 321, please
Hello, Lumpkin?
here is the illustrious Potentate
I said it's the illustrious
The illustrious, Coy!"

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

"What? I can't ya' Coy!
Quit revvin' it up, boy! 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 there Coy, you me?
Black tie! o'clock! Be there Coy!
And Coy, answer the phone, 'udden udden!"

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

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

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

Meanwhile, at the motel

"Operator, 321, Thank You!
Hello, Coy? What are you
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 foolin' some people
But I what's goin' on"

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

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

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

Well, it was a secret in the dead of the night
With mysterious
In with prescribed
of time honored ceremony

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

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

Meanwhile, at the motel

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

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

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

"We to be pillars of the community
When we get back to Hahira, you can just turn in your
And your tie 'cause 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 join the Hell's Angels?
Coy! Don't you up on me!
Don't you crank motorcycle!"

"Who's gigglin' in the background, Coy?
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!"