Luyện nghe bài hát Shriner's Convention

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

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

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

Meanwhile, at the motel

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

"Dad blame it! here's 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!
revvin' it up, boy! Turn it off!
Listen, I just you to know one thing
You embarrassed us all, the whole Hahira 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, don't answer the phone, udden!"

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

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

It's a American phenomenon
all the members have a fine old time
It's the Forty-Third Convention
Of the Mystic 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'?
What do you mean, who is
This is Bubba? Why you at the banquet?"

"What do you mean all you had to
Was a Hawaiian flowerdy
Well, you may think you're foolin' people
But I know what's on"

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

"Didn't have nothin' on but fez, Coy!
Coy, you the only one who's got a fez with a on top!
Yeah, yeah and she was a 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 back to
your 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
mysterious sanctimony
In accordance prescribed
Rituals of time ceremony

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

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

Meanwhile, back at the

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

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

"I just Charlene don't find out about this, Coy!
Well, how'd you get that big motorcycle
Up on the high 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 in your ring
And tie tack 'cause Coy, hehe, you are out of the shrine!
You be blackballed, Coy! That's right!"

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

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