Luyện nghe bài hát Hang Up and Drive

Here they down main street, drums a flailin' and the sirens a wailin', what a roar
Bands are a playin' and flags are a waivin, and the and Motorcycle Corps
Clowns are a clownin' to the and pinchin' every pretty girl who dares to smile
It's a glorious mess, everybody wears a fez the parade out for a mile.

It's a typical American phenomenon where all the members a fine old time
the forty-third annual Convention of the Grand Mystic Royal Order
Of the Nobles of the Ali Baba of the Shrine

Meanwhile at the Motel.....

"Hello, Operator, me room 321, please.
Hello, Lumpkin? This here is the Illustrious Potentate.
I said it's the illustrious Potentate....The Illustrious...Coy! Dad it! This here's Bubba!

Coy, why an't you at the parade?! What?! Well, how'd you get big Harley up there in your room?
What?! I can't hear ya' Coy! Quit revvin' it up, son! it off! Listen I just want you to know one thing. You have embarrassed us all, the whole Hahira Delegation!
Now I'll see you at the tonight, son. And you be there Coy, you hear me? Black tie! Seven o'clock! Be there, Coy! And Coy, don't answer the phone, udden udden!"
Well, it was all by the Ladies Auxiliary in the downtown Convention Hall
Cold Roast Beef, String Beans, Mashed Potatoes and nine boring in all.
And all the tables looked with their Mogen David Wine and Chrysanthemums on each side.
And the Hahira leaders in their rented Tuxedos the local hearts swell with pride!

It's a typical American phenomenon where all the members have a fine old
It's the forty-third Convention of the Grand Mystic Royal Order
Of the of the Ali Baba Temple of the Shrine

Meanwhile at the Motel.....

"Operator, 321, please. You.
Hello, What are you doin'?!
What do you mean, who is this! This is Bubba? Why wasn't you at the
What do you mean all you had to wear was a Hawaiian shirt?
Well, you may think you're some people, but Ever'body seen the little redhead. That's right, ever'body!
Why she come runnin' right through the dinner, right in the middle of the pineapple sherbet. have nothin' on but your fez, Coy!
Coy, you the only one's got a fez a propeller on top!! Yeah, yeah and she was a yellin' out the secret code, too, Coy.
We gonna have to change it now, Dad blame it, Coy! We gonna to have a special meetin', we get back to Hahira, about your conduct at this here convention.
Embarrassin'!! Now Coy, you be at the secret conclave tonight! You me?! And keep it a secret! Hah"

Well, it was a secret meeting in the dead of the night with sanctimony
In accordance prescribed rituals of time honored ceremony
Matters of concern were weighed with dedicated caution
Like whether or not to at stud or draw or spit in the ocean

It's a typical American phenomenon where all the members have a old time
It's the forty-third annual Convention of the Grand Royal Order
Of the of the Ali Baba Temple of the Shrine

Meanwhile at the Motel.....

"Operator, room three-twenty...Uh, you know?
Oh! Hello! Where have you been?
No, you wasn't at the meeting! Well, I found out that at o'clock this mornin' you was out there in your Fruit of the Loom's in the motel swimmin' pool with a bunch of them waitresses from the cocktail lounge!
I just hope Charlene don't out about this, Coy!
What? Well, how'd you get that big motorcycle up on the high dive, Coy?
Now Coy, dad burn it, that ain't no way to act. We supposed to be of the community.
When we get back to Hahira you can just turn in ring and your tie tack 'cause Coy, heh-heh, you are out of the Shrine!
right! You gonna have to pack your bags and leave town! You gonn be black-balled, Coy! What do you mean you might join the Hell's Angels?
Coy! Coy! Don't you hang up on me! you crank that motorcycle! Who's that gigglin' in the background, Coy?
Hello, hello operator! we was cut off! Yeah, room 321. Coy! Don't you hang up on me!
I'm the Illustrious Potentate! is the IP, Coy! This is Bubba! Coy! Bubba! Coy!............."