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 and flags are a wavin'
And the and Motorcycle Corps

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

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

Meanwhile, back at the

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

"Dad blame it! This 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 just want you to one thing
You have embarrassed us all, the 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, answer the phone, 'udden udden!"

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

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

It's a typical American
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 of the Shrine

Meanwhile, at the motel

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

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

"Yeah, everybody seen the little
right, everybody!
Why she come through the dinner
Right in the of the pineapple sherbet"

"Didn't have on but your fez, Coy!
Coy, you the one who's got a fez with a propeller on top!
Yeah, yeah and she was a out the secret code too, Coy
We gonna to change it now, Coy! Dad, blame it, Coy!"

"We gonna have to a special meetin', we get back to Hahira
your 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 dead of the
With sanctimony
In accordance prescribed
Rituals of time honored

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

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

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

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

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

"We to be pillars of the community
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 and leave town!
What do you mean, you join the Hell's Angels?
Coy! Don't you up on me!
Don't you that motorcycle!"

"Who's that 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!"