Luyện nghe bài hát Shriner's Convention

Here they down main street
Drums a flailin' and the 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 every pretty girl who dares to smile
It's a glorious mess, wears a fez
The stretches out for a mile

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

Meanwhile, at the motel

"Operator, give me 321, please
Hello, Noble
here is the illustrious Potentate
I said the illustrious 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 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, don't answer the phone, udden!"

Well, it was all arranged by the Auxiliary
In the downtown Convention
Cold roast beef, string beans, potatoes
And boring speeches in all

And all the looked fine with 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
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 of the Shrine

Meanwhile, at the motel

"Operator, 321, please? 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 you're foolin' people
But I know goin' on"

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

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

"We gonna have to have a special meetin', we get back to
About your conduct at 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 in the dead of the night
With mysterious
In accordance prescribed
of time honored ceremony

Matters of concern
weighed with dedicated caution
Like or not to raise at stud
Or draw or spit in the

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

Meanwhile, at the motel

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

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

"I just hope Charlene don't out about this, Coy!
What? Well, how'd you get that big
Up there on the dive, Coy?
Now Coy, Dad blame it, 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 your tie tack Coy, hehe, you are out of the shrine!
You be blackballed, Coy! That's right!"

"You may have to pack your bags and town!
What do you mean, you might join the Angels?
Coy! Don't you up on me!
Don't you that motorcycle!"

"Who's that gigglin' in the background,
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!"