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 playin' and are a wavin'
And the Vanguards and Corps

Clowns are a to the crowd
And pinchin' every 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 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, back at the

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

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

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

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

Well, it was all by the Ladies Auxiliary
In the downtown Convention
roast beef, string beans, mashed potatoes
And nine speeches in all

And all the tables looked with their Mogen David wine
And Chrysanthemums on side
And the leaders in their rented tuxedos
Made the local hearts swell pride

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

Meanwhile, at the motel

"Operator, 321, please? You!
Hello, Coy? What are you
What do you mean, who is
This is Bubba? Why you at the banquet?"

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

"Yeah, everybody seen the little
right, everybody!
Why she come through the dinner
in the middle 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 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
About conduct at this year convention! Embarrassin'!
Now Coy, you be at the secret conclave tonight, you me?
And Coy, it a secret! Huh!"

Well, it was a secret meeting in the of the night
mysterious sanctimony
In accordance prescribed
Rituals of time honored

Matters of grave
Were weighed with caution
whether or not to raise at stud
Or or spit in the ocean

It's a typical phenomenon
Where all the members have a fine old
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, 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 your fruit of the
In the motel swimmin' with a bunch
Of them waitresses from the Lounge!"

"I hope Charlene don't find out about this, Coy!
What? Well, you get that big motorcycle
Up on the high dive, Coy?
Now Coy, Dad blame it, 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 gonna be blackballed, Coy! right!"

"You may have to pack your bags and town!
What do you mean, you might 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, we's cut off! 321
Coy! Don't you hang up on the Potentate!
I said the Potentate!
is Bubba! Bubba! Coy! Coy!"