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

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

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

Meanwhile, back at the

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

"Dad blame it! here's Bubba!
Coy, why are'nt you at the
Well, how'd you get that big Harley
Up in your 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 I'll see you at the tonight, son
And you be Coy, you hear 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 Convention hall
Cold roast beef, beans, mashed potatoes
And boring speeches in all

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

It's a typical phenomenon
all the members 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, back at the

"Operator, 321, Thank You!
Hello, Coy? are you doin'?
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 flowerdy
Well, you may think foolin' some people
But I know what's on"

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

"Didn't nothin' on but your 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 code too, Coy
We gonna have to change it now, Coy! Dad, it, Coy!"

"We gonna have to a special meetin', we get back to Hahira
About 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

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

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, at the motel

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

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

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

"We supposed to be pillars of the
When we get back to Hahira, you can just turn in your
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 join the Hell's Angels?
Coy! you hang up on me!
you crank that motorcycle!"

"Who's that 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!"