Luyện nghe bài hát Hang Up and Drive

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

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

Meanwhile at the Motel.....

"Hello, Operator, give me 321, please.
Hello, Noble Lumpkin? This here is the 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 that big up there in your room?
What?! I can't hear ya' Coy! Quit revvin' it up, son! Turn it off! Listen I just want you to know one thing. You have us all, the whole Hahira Delegation!
Now I'll see you at the banquet tonight, son. And you be there Coy, you hear me? Black tie! o'clock! Be there, Coy! And Coy, don't answer the phone, udden udden!"
Well, it was all arranged by the Ladies Auxiliary in the downtown Convention
Cold Roast Beef, String Beans, Potatoes and nine boring speeches in all.
And all the looked fine with their Mogen David Wine and Chrysanthemums on each side.
And the Hahira leaders in their rented made the local hearts swell with pride!

It's a typical American phenomenon where all the members a fine old time
It's the forty-third annual Convention of the Grand Mystic Order
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! This is Bubba? Why you at the banquet?
What do you mean all you had to wear was a Hawaiian flowerdy
Well, you may think you're foolin' some people, but Ever'body seen the redhead. That's right, ever'body!
Why she come runnin' right through the dinner, right in the of the pineapple sherbet. Didn't 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 have 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 with rituals of time honored ceremony
Matters of grave concern were weighed dedicated caution
Like whether or not to raise at stud or draw or in the ocean

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

Meanwhile at the Motel.....

"Operator, room three-twenty...Uh, H-How'd you
Oh! Hello! Coy? Where you been?
No, you at the meeting! Well, I found out that at three 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 Charlene don't find 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 to be pillars of the community.
When we get back to Hahira you can turn in your ring and your tie tack 'cause Coy, heh-heh, you are out of the Shrine!
That's right! You gonna have to pack your bags and leave town! You gonn be black-balled, Coy! What do you mean you join the Hell's Angels?
Coy! Coy! Don't you up on me! Don't you crank that motorcycle! Who's that gigglin' in the background, Coy?
Huh? Hello, hello operator! we was cut off! Yeah, room 321. Coy! you hang up on me!
I'm the Illustrious Potentate! is the IP, Coy! This is Bubba! Coy! Bubba! Coy!............."