Luyện nghe bài hát Shriner's Convention

Here they come main street
Drums a and the sirens a wailin', what a roar!
Bands are a playin' and flags are a
And the Vanguards and Corps

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

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

Meanwhile, at the motel

"Operator, give me 321, please
Hello, Lumpkin?
This here is the Potentate
I said it's the illustrious
The illustrious, Coy!"

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

"What? I hear ya' Coy!
Quit revvin' it up, boy! it off!
Listen, I just want you to one thing
You have us all, the whole Hahira delegation! "

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

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

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

It's a typical American
all the members have a fine old time
It's the Annual Convention
Of the Mystic Royal Order
Of the Nobles of the Ali Baba Temple of the

Meanwhile, back at the

"Operator, 321, please? You!
Hello, Coy? 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 flowerdy
Well, you may think foolin' some people
But I what's goin' 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 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 in the dead of the night
With sanctimony
In accordance with
Rituals of honored ceremony

of grave concern
Were weighed with dedicated
Like whether or not to at stud
Or draw or spit in the

a typical American phenomenon
Where all the members a fine 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! 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 your fruit of the
In the motel swimmin' with a bunch
Of waitresses from the Cocktail 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, that no way to act"

"We supposed to be of the community
When we get back to Hahira, you can just in your ring
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 bags and town!
do you mean, you might join the Hell's Angels?
Coy! you hang up on me!
you crank that motorcycle!"

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