Luyện nghe bài hát Shriner's Convention

Here come down main street
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 clownin' to the
And pinchin' every girl who dares to smile
a glorious mess, everybody wears a fez
The parade out for a mile

It's a American phenomenon
all the members have a fine old time
It's the Forty-Third Annual
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, Noble
here is the illustrious Potentate
I it's the illustrious Potentate
The illustrious, Coy!"

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

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

"Now I'll see you at the 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 by the Ladies Auxiliary
In the downtown hall
Cold roast beef, string beans, potatoes
And boring speeches in all

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

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

Meanwhile, at the motel

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

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

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

"Didn't have nothin' on but fez, Coy!
Coy, you the only one who's got a fez a propeller 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 to have a special meetin', we get back to Hahira
About 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 meeting in the dead of the night
With sanctimony
In accordance prescribed
Rituals of honored ceremony

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

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

Meanwhile, back at the

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

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

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

"We supposed to be of the community
we get back to Hahira, you can just turn in your ring
And tie tack 'cause 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!
you crank that motorcycle!"

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