Karaoke Shriner's Convention von Ray Stevens — mit Songtext mitsingen auf Singa

Shriner's Convention Karaoke

Ray Stevens

SongtexteShriner's Convention

HERE THEY COME

DOWN MAIN STREET

DRUMS A FLAILIN'

AND SIRENS A WAILIN'

WHAT A ROAR

BANDS ARE A PLAYIN'

AND THE FLAGS

ARE A WAVIN'

AND THE VANGUARD'S

A MOTORCYCLE CORPS

CLOWNS ARE A CLOWNIN'

TO THE CROWD

AND PINCHIN'

EVERY PRETTY GIRL

WHO DARES TO SMILE

IT'S A GLORIOUS MESS

EVERYBODY WEARS

A FEZ

THE PARADE STRETCHES

OUT FOR A MILE

IT'S A TYPICAL

AMERICAN PHENOMENON

WHERE ALL

THE MEMBERS

HAVE A FINE OLD TIME

IT'S THE FORTY-THIRD

ANNUAL CONVENTION

OF THE GRAND MYSTIC

ROYAL ORDER

OF THE NOBLES OF

THE ALI BABA TEMPLE

OF THE SHRINE

OPERATOR

GIVE ME ROOM

THREE TWENTY-ONE

PLEASE

HELLO NOBLE LUMKIN

THIS HERE'S

THE LUSTROUS POTENTATE

I SAID

IT'S THE LUSTROUS

POTENTATE

THE ILLUSTRIOUS

COY

DAD BLAME IT

THIS HERE'S BUBBA

COY WHY AIN'T YOU

AT THE PARADE

WHAT

WELL HOW'D YOU GET

THAT BIG HARLEY

UP THERE IN YOUR ROOM

WHAT

I CAN'T HERE YOU COY

QUIT REVVING IT UP BOY

TURN IT OFF

I JUST WANT YOU

TO KNOW ONE THING

YOU HAVE

EMBARRASSED US ALL

THE WHOLE HAY HIRAH

DELEGATION

NOW I'LL SEE YOU

AT THE BANQUET 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 ARRANGED

BY THE LADIES AUXILIARY

IN THE DOWNTOWN

CONVENTION HALL

COLD ROAST BEEF

STRING BEANS

MASHED POTATOES

AND NINE BORING

SPEECHES IN ALL

AND ALL THE TABLES

LOOKED FINE

WITH THE

MOGAN DAVID WINE

AND CHRYSANTHEMUMS

ON EACH SIDE

AND THE HAY HIRAH

LEADERS

IN THEIR RENTED

TUXEDOS

MADE THEIR LOCAL HEARTS

SWELL WITH PRIDE

IT'S A TYPICAL

AMERICAN PHENOMENON

WHERE ALL

THE MEMBERS

HAVE A FINE OLD TIME

IT'S THE FORTY-THIRD

ANNUAL CONVENTION

OF THE GRAND MYSTIC

ROYAL ORDER

OF THE NOBLES OF

THE ALl BABA TEMPLE

OF THE SHRINE

OPERATOR

THREE TWENTY-ONE

PLEASE

THANK YOU

HELLO COY

WHAT ARE YOU DOIN'

WHAT DO YA MEAN

WHO IS THIS

THIS IS BUBBA

WHY WADN'T YOU

AT THE BANQUET

WHAT YOU MEAN

ALL YOU HAD TO WEAR

WAS A HAWAIIAN

FLOWERDY SHIRT

WELL YOU MAY THINK

YOU'RE FOOLIN'

SOME PEOPLE

BUT I KNOW

WHAT'S GOIN' ON

EVERYBODY'S SEEN

THE LITTLE REDHEAD

THAT'S RIGHT

EVERYBODY

WHY SHE COME RUNNIN'

THROUGH THE DINNER

RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE

OF THE PINEAPPLE

SHERBERT

DIDN'T HAVE NOTHIN' ON

BUT YOUR FEZ COY

COY

YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE'S

GOT A FEZ

WITH A PROPELLER

ON TOP

YEAH

YEAH

YEAH AND SHE WAS

YELLIN' OUT

THE SECRET CODE TOO COY

WE'RE GONNA HAVE TO

CHANGE IT NOW

DAT BLAME IT COY

WE GONNA HAVE TO HAVE

A SPECIAL MEETIN'

WHEN WE GET BACK TO

HAY HIRAH

ABOUT YOUR CONDUCT

AT THIS HERE CONVENTION

EMBARRASSING

NOW COY YOU BE AT

THE SECRET CONCLAVE

TONIGHT

YOU HEAR ME

AND KEEP IT A SECRET

HA HA

WELL IT WAS

A SECRET MEETING

IN THE DEAD OF THE NIGHT

WITH MYSTERIOUS

SANCTIMONY

IN ACCORDANCE WITH

PRESCRIBED RITUALS

A TIME-HONORED

CEREMONY

MATTERS OF GREAT

CONCERN

WERE WEIGHED

WITH DEDICATED

CAUTION

LIKE WHETHER OR NOT

TO RAISE AT STUD

OR DRAW

OR SPIT IN THE OCEAN

IT'S A TYPICAL

AMERICAN PHENOMENON

WHERE ALL

THE MEMBERS

HAVE A FINE OLD TIME

IT'S THE FORTY-THIRD

ANNUAL CONVENTION

OF THE GRAND MYSTIC

ROYAL ORDER

OF THE NOBLES OF

THE ALI BABA TEMPLE

OF THE SHRINE

OPERATOR

ROOM THREE TWENTY

AH HA HOW'D YOU KNOW

OH HELLO COY

WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN

N000 YOU WASN'T

AT THE MEETING

WELL I FOUND OUT

THAT AT THREE O'CLOCK

THIS MORNING

YOU WAS OUT THERE

IN YOUR

FRUIT OF THE LOOMS

IN THE MOTEL

SWIMMIN' POOL

WITH A BUNCH OF THEM

WAITRESSES

FROM THE COCKTAIL

LOUNGE

I JUST HOPE CHARLENE

DON'T FIND OUT

ABOUT THIS COY

WHAT WELL WELL

HOW'D YOU GET

THAT BIG MOTORCYCLE

UP THERE

ON THE HIGH DIVE COY

NOW COY DAD BURN IT

THAT AIN'T NO WAY

TO ACT

WE'RE S'POSED TO BE

PILLARS

OF THE COMMUNITY

WHEN WE GET BACK

TO HAY HIRAH

YOU CAN JUST TURN IN

YOUR RING

AND YOUR TIE TACK

'CAUSE COY

YOU ARE OUT OF

THE SHRINE

YOU'RE GONNA BE

BLACKBALLED COY

THAT'S RIGHT

YOU MAY HAVE TO

PACK YOUR BAGS

AND LEAVE TOWN

WHAT DO YA MEAN

YOU MIGHT JOIN

THE HELL'S ANGELS

COY HA

DON'T YOU HANG UP

ON ME

DON'T

DON'T YOU CRANK

THAT MOTORCYCLE

WHO'S THAT GIGGLIN'

IN THE BACKGROUND COY

HELLO HELLO

OPERATOR WE'S CUT OFF

YEAH ROOM

THREE TWENTY-ONE

COY

DON'T YOU HANG UP ON

THE LUSTROUS

POTENTATE

THIS IS BUBBA

COY