Chords for Ray Stevens - Shriner's Convention (Knights Of Columbus Version)
Tempo:
96.7 bpm
Chords used:
G
C
D
Em
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
In the countdown, Main Street drums are flailing and sirens are wailing, what a roll.
Fans are a-playing and flags are waving and the vanguards are motorcycle.
[G] Clowns are a-clowning through the crowd and pinching [Bm] every pretty girl who dares to smile.
[D] It's a glorious mess, everybody wears a fez, the parade stretches out for a [G] mile.
It's a [C] typical American [G] phenomenon [D] where all the members have a final time.
[G] It's the 43rd [C] annual convention [G] of the grand,
it's [C] the royal honor [G] of the nobles [D] of the Alibaba [G] Temple of the Shrine.
[Em] The Alibaba Temple of the Shrine.
Operator, give me row 321 please.
Hello, noble lumpkin, this here's the luster's potentate.
I said it's the luster's potentate.
The luster's
Coy, that, 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 hear you, Coy, quit revving it up, boy.
Turn it up.
I just want you to know one thing.
You have embarrassed us all, the whole Hayhira delegation.
Now I'll see you at the banquet, son, you be there, you hear me, Coy?
Black pie, 7 o'clock.
Be there, Coy.
Coy, Coy, don't answer the phone, uddin' [G] uddin'.
Well, it's all arranged by the ladies' auxiliary in the downtown convention hall.
Oh, roast beef, string beans, mashed potatoes and nines, boring speeches and all.
And all the tables look fine with the Morgan David [B] wine and chrysanthemums on each side.
[C] [D] And the Hayhira leaders in the rent-a-tuck seat has made the local hearts [G] swell with pride.
It's typical American phenomenon [D] where all the members have a final [G] time.
It's the 43rd [C] annual convention of the grand, mystic royal order [G] of the nobles of the Alibaba Temple of the Shrine.
[Em] King Ralph, I got the motet.
Operator, 321, please.
Thank you.
Hello, Coy.
What are you doing?
What do you mean, who is this?
This is Bubba.
Why wasn't you at the banquet?
What do you mean all you had to wear was a Hawaiian flowery shirt?
You may think you're fooling some people, but everybody's seen the little redhead.
That's right, everybody.
Why, she come running right through the dinner right in the middle of the pineapple shirt.
Didn't have nothing on but your fez, Coy.
Coy, you the only one's got a fez with a propeller on top.
Yeah, yeah, and she's yelling out the secret code too, Coy.
We're going to have to change it now.
We're going to have to have a special meeting when we get back to Hay Hara about your conduct at this here convention.
Embarrassed.
What do you mean?
It don't make no difference.
You see, we're sent over from the Knights of Columbus.
Coy, you be at the secret conclave tonight, you hear me?
And keep it a [G] secret.
Well, it was a secret meeting in the dead of the night with mysterious sacraments.
In accordance with prescribed rituals of time-honored ceremony.
Matters of grave concern were [B] weighed with dedicated [C] caution.
[D] Like whether or not to raise a stud or draw a spit in [G] the ocean.
[C] It's a typical [G] American phenomenon where [D] all the members have a [C] final [G] time.
It's the [C] 43rd annual [G] convention of the grand [C] mystic royal [G] law.
They're all the nobles of [D] the Alibaba temple [G] of the shrine.
[Em] Meanwhile, back at the mojang.
Operator, room 320.
How'd you know?
Oh, hello.
Coy, where have you been?
Knew you, was it, at the meeting?
Well, I found out that at 3 o'clock this morning you was out there in your fruit of the looms.
In the motel swimming pool with a bunch of them waitresses from the cocktail lab.
I just hope Charlene don't find out about this, Coy.
What?
Well, how'd you get that big motorcycle up there on the high dive, Coy?
That ain't no way to act.
We're supposed to be pillars of the community.
We get back to hey, how you can just turn in your ring and your tie tack.
Coy, you are out of the shrine.
Out of the shrine?
You're gonna have to pack your bags and leave town.
You're gonna be blackballed, Coy.
What do you mean you might join the Hale's Angels?
Coy, Coy, don't you hang up [G] on me.
Don't you crank that motorcycle.
Who's that giggling in the background, Coy?
Huh?
Hello?
Hello?
We are shut out.
Yeah, room 321.
Coy, Coy, don't you hang up on me.
I'm the last respon
Hey, this is the MP, Coy.
This is Baba.
Fans are a-playing and flags are waving and the vanguards are motorcycle.
[G] Clowns are a-clowning through the crowd and pinching [Bm] every pretty girl who dares to smile.
[D] It's a glorious mess, everybody wears a fez, the parade stretches out for a [G] mile.
It's a [C] typical American [G] phenomenon [D] where all the members have a final time.
[G] It's the 43rd [C] annual convention [G] of the grand,
it's [C] the royal honor [G] of the nobles [D] of the Alibaba [G] Temple of the Shrine.
[Em] The Alibaba Temple of the Shrine.
Operator, give me row 321 please.
Hello, noble lumpkin, this here's the luster's potentate.
I said it's the luster's potentate.
The luster's
Coy, that, 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 hear you, Coy, quit revving it up, boy.
Turn it up.
I just want you to know one thing.
You have embarrassed us all, the whole Hayhira delegation.
Now I'll see you at the banquet, son, you be there, you hear me, Coy?
Black pie, 7 o'clock.
Be there, Coy.
Coy, Coy, don't answer the phone, uddin' [G] uddin'.
Well, it's all arranged by the ladies' auxiliary in the downtown convention hall.
Oh, roast beef, string beans, mashed potatoes and nines, boring speeches and all.
And all the tables look fine with the Morgan David [B] wine and chrysanthemums on each side.
[C] [D] And the Hayhira leaders in the rent-a-tuck seat has made the local hearts [G] swell with pride.
It's typical American phenomenon [D] where all the members have a final [G] time.
It's the 43rd [C] annual convention of the grand, mystic royal order [G] of the nobles of the Alibaba Temple of the Shrine.
[Em] King Ralph, I got the motet.
Operator, 321, please.
Thank you.
Hello, Coy.
What are you doing?
What do you mean, who is this?
This is Bubba.
Why wasn't you at the banquet?
What do you mean all you had to wear was a Hawaiian flowery shirt?
You may think you're fooling some people, but everybody's seen the little redhead.
That's right, everybody.
Why, she come running right through the dinner right in the middle of the pineapple shirt.
Didn't have nothing on but your fez, Coy.
Coy, you the only one's got a fez with a propeller on top.
Yeah, yeah, and she's yelling out the secret code too, Coy.
We're going to have to change it now.
We're going to have to have a special meeting when we get back to Hay Hara about your conduct at this here convention.
Embarrassed.
What do you mean?
It don't make no difference.
You see, we're sent over from the Knights of Columbus.
Coy, you be at the secret conclave tonight, you hear me?
And keep it a [G] secret.
Well, it was a secret meeting in the dead of the night with mysterious sacraments.
In accordance with prescribed rituals of time-honored ceremony.
Matters of grave concern were [B] weighed with dedicated [C] caution.
[D] Like whether or not to raise a stud or draw a spit in [G] the ocean.
[C] It's a typical [G] American phenomenon where [D] all the members have a [C] final [G] time.
It's the [C] 43rd annual [G] convention of the grand [C] mystic royal [G] law.
They're all the nobles of [D] the Alibaba temple [G] of the shrine.
[Em] Meanwhile, back at the mojang.
Operator, room 320.
How'd you know?
Oh, hello.
Coy, where have you been?
Knew you, was it, at the meeting?
Well, I found out that at 3 o'clock this morning you was out there in your fruit of the looms.
In the motel swimming pool with a bunch of them waitresses from the cocktail lab.
I just hope Charlene don't find out about this, Coy.
What?
Well, how'd you get that big motorcycle up there on the high dive, Coy?
That ain't no way to act.
We're supposed to be pillars of the community.
We get back to hey, how you can just turn in your ring and your tie tack.
Coy, you are out of the shrine.
Out of the shrine?
You're gonna have to pack your bags and leave town.
You're gonna be blackballed, Coy.
What do you mean you might join the Hale's Angels?
Coy, Coy, don't you hang up [G] on me.
Don't you crank that motorcycle.
Who's that giggling in the background, Coy?
Huh?
Hello?
Hello?
We are shut out.
Yeah, room 321.
Coy, Coy, don't you hang up on me.
I'm the last respon
Hey, this is the MP, Coy.
This is Baba.
Key:
G
C
D
Em
B
G
C
D
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ In the countdown, Main Street drums are flailing and sirens are wailing, what a roll.
Fans are a-playing and flags are waving and the vanguards are motorcycle.
[G] Clowns are a-clowning through the crowd and pinching [Bm] every pretty girl who dares to smile.
[D] It's a glorious mess, everybody wears a fez, the parade stretches out for a [G] mile.
It's a [C] typical American [G] phenomenon [D] where all the members have a final time.
[G] It's the 43rd [C] annual convention [G] of the grand,
it's [C] the royal honor [G] of the nobles [D] of the Alibaba [G] Temple of the Shrine. _ _ _ _
_ _ [Em] The Alibaba Temple of the Shrine. _
Operator, give me row 321 please.
Hello, noble lumpkin, this here's the luster's potentate.
_ I said it's the luster's potentate.
The luster's_
Coy, that, 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 hear you, Coy, quit revving it up, boy.
Turn it up.
I just want you to know one thing.
You have embarrassed us all, the whole Hayhira delegation.
Now I'll see you at the banquet, son, you be there, you hear me, Coy?
Black pie, 7 o'clock.
Be there, Coy.
Coy, Coy, don't answer the phone, uddin' [G] uddin'. _ _ _ _ _
_ Well, it's all arranged by the ladies' auxiliary in the downtown convention hall.
Oh, roast beef, string beans, mashed potatoes and nines, boring speeches and all.
And all the tables look fine with the Morgan David [B] wine and chrysanthemums on each side.
[C] [D] And the Hayhira leaders in the rent-a-tuck seat has made the local hearts [G] swell with pride.
It's typical American phenomenon [D] where all the members have a final [G] time.
It's the 43rd [C] annual convention of the grand, mystic royal order [G] of the nobles of the Alibaba Temple of the Shrine. _ _ _ _ _
[Em] King Ralph, I got the motet.
_ Operator, 321, please.
Thank you.
Hello, Coy.
What are you doing?
What do you mean, who is this?
This is Bubba.
Why wasn't you at the banquet?
What do you mean all you had to wear was a Hawaiian flowery shirt?
_ You may think you're fooling some people, but everybody's seen the little redhead.
That's right, everybody.
Why, she come running right through the dinner right in the middle of the pineapple shirt.
Didn't have nothing on but your fez, Coy.
_ Coy, you the only one's got a fez with a propeller on top.
Yeah, yeah, and she's yelling out the secret code too, Coy.
We're going to have to change it now.
We're going to have to have a special meeting when we get back to Hay Hara about your conduct at this here convention.
Embarrassed.
What do you mean?
It don't make no difference.
You see, we're sent over from the Knights of Columbus.
Coy, you be at the secret conclave tonight, you hear me?
And keep it a [G] secret. _ _ _ _ _
Well, it was a secret meeting in the dead of the night with mysterious sacraments.
In accordance with prescribed rituals of time-honored ceremony.
Matters of grave concern were [B] weighed with dedicated [C] caution.
[D] Like whether or not to raise a stud or draw a spit in [G] the ocean.
[C] It's a typical [G] American phenomenon where [D] all the members have a [C] final [G] time.
It's the [C] 43rd annual [G] convention of the grand [C] mystic royal [G] law.
They're all the nobles of [D] the Alibaba temple [G] of the shrine. _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] Meanwhile, back at the mojang.
Operator, room 320.
How'd you know?
Oh, hello.
Coy, where have you been?
Knew you, was it, at the meeting?
Well, I found out that at 3 o'clock this morning you was out there in your fruit of the looms.
In the motel swimming pool with a bunch of them waitresses from the cocktail lab.
I just hope Charlene don't find out about this, Coy.
What?
Well, how'd you get that big motorcycle up there on the high dive, Coy? _
_ That ain't no way to act.
We're supposed to be pillars of the community.
We get back to hey, how you can just turn in your ring and your tie tack.
Coy, you are out of the shrine.
Out of the shrine?
You're gonna have to pack your bags and leave town.
You're gonna be blackballed, Coy.
What do you mean you might join the Hale's Angels?
Coy, Coy, don't you hang up [G] on me.
Don't you crank that motorcycle.
Who's that giggling in the background, Coy?
Huh?
Hello?
Hello?
_ We are shut out.
Yeah, room 321.
Coy, Coy, don't you hang up on me.
I'm the last respon_
Hey, this is the MP, Coy.
This is Baba. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ In the countdown, Main Street drums are flailing and sirens are wailing, what a roll.
Fans are a-playing and flags are waving and the vanguards are motorcycle.
[G] Clowns are a-clowning through the crowd and pinching [Bm] every pretty girl who dares to smile.
[D] It's a glorious mess, everybody wears a fez, the parade stretches out for a [G] mile.
It's a [C] typical American [G] phenomenon [D] where all the members have a final time.
[G] It's the 43rd [C] annual convention [G] of the grand,
it's [C] the royal honor [G] of the nobles [D] of the Alibaba [G] Temple of the Shrine. _ _ _ _
_ _ [Em] The Alibaba Temple of the Shrine. _
Operator, give me row 321 please.
Hello, noble lumpkin, this here's the luster's potentate.
_ I said it's the luster's potentate.
The luster's_
Coy, that, 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 hear you, Coy, quit revving it up, boy.
Turn it up.
I just want you to know one thing.
You have embarrassed us all, the whole Hayhira delegation.
Now I'll see you at the banquet, son, you be there, you hear me, Coy?
Black pie, 7 o'clock.
Be there, Coy.
Coy, Coy, don't answer the phone, uddin' [G] uddin'. _ _ _ _ _
_ Well, it's all arranged by the ladies' auxiliary in the downtown convention hall.
Oh, roast beef, string beans, mashed potatoes and nines, boring speeches and all.
And all the tables look fine with the Morgan David [B] wine and chrysanthemums on each side.
[C] [D] And the Hayhira leaders in the rent-a-tuck seat has made the local hearts [G] swell with pride.
It's typical American phenomenon [D] where all the members have a final [G] time.
It's the 43rd [C] annual convention of the grand, mystic royal order [G] of the nobles of the Alibaba Temple of the Shrine. _ _ _ _ _
[Em] King Ralph, I got the motet.
_ Operator, 321, please.
Thank you.
Hello, Coy.
What are you doing?
What do you mean, who is this?
This is Bubba.
Why wasn't you at the banquet?
What do you mean all you had to wear was a Hawaiian flowery shirt?
_ You may think you're fooling some people, but everybody's seen the little redhead.
That's right, everybody.
Why, she come running right through the dinner right in the middle of the pineapple shirt.
Didn't have nothing on but your fez, Coy.
_ Coy, you the only one's got a fez with a propeller on top.
Yeah, yeah, and she's yelling out the secret code too, Coy.
We're going to have to change it now.
We're going to have to have a special meeting when we get back to Hay Hara about your conduct at this here convention.
Embarrassed.
What do you mean?
It don't make no difference.
You see, we're sent over from the Knights of Columbus.
Coy, you be at the secret conclave tonight, you hear me?
And keep it a [G] secret. _ _ _ _ _
Well, it was a secret meeting in the dead of the night with mysterious sacraments.
In accordance with prescribed rituals of time-honored ceremony.
Matters of grave concern were [B] weighed with dedicated [C] caution.
[D] Like whether or not to raise a stud or draw a spit in [G] the ocean.
[C] It's a typical [G] American phenomenon where [D] all the members have a [C] final [G] time.
It's the [C] 43rd annual [G] convention of the grand [C] mystic royal [G] law.
They're all the nobles of [D] the Alibaba temple [G] of the shrine. _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] Meanwhile, back at the mojang.
Operator, room 320.
How'd you know?
Oh, hello.
Coy, where have you been?
Knew you, was it, at the meeting?
Well, I found out that at 3 o'clock this morning you was out there in your fruit of the looms.
In the motel swimming pool with a bunch of them waitresses from the cocktail lab.
I just hope Charlene don't find out about this, Coy.
What?
Well, how'd you get that big motorcycle up there on the high dive, Coy? _
_ That ain't no way to act.
We're supposed to be pillars of the community.
We get back to hey, how you can just turn in your ring and your tie tack.
Coy, you are out of the shrine.
Out of the shrine?
You're gonna have to pack your bags and leave town.
You're gonna be blackballed, Coy.
What do you mean you might join the Hale's Angels?
Coy, Coy, don't you hang up [G] on me.
Don't you crank that motorcycle.
Who's that giggling in the background, Coy?
Huh?
Hello?
Hello?
_ We are shut out.
Yeah, room 321.
Coy, Coy, don't you hang up on me.
I'm the last respon_
Hey, this is the MP, Coy.
This is Baba. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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