Chords for Ray Stevens - "Shriner's Convention" (Music Video) [from Get Serious]

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the country.
Yeah, they're counting down
Main Street drums
A-flailing and sirens
A-wailing, [C] what a [G] roar
Bands are playing
[D] Flags are waving
Vanguards and [C] [G] motorcycle corps
Clowns are reclining
To the crowd and [B] pinching
Every pretty girl
Who [F] dares to [C] smile
It's a [D] glorious mess
Everybody wears a fez
The parade stretch
Is hot for a mile
It's a typical [G] American phenomenon
[D] Where all the members
Have a [C] final [G] time
It's the [C] 43rd Annual [G] convention
Of the grand [C] mystic Royal [G] order
Of the nobles
[D] Of the [G] Alibaba
Temple of the shrine
_ _ _ _ _ [E] Ring my beckoning Potemtate Hello, operator
Give me room 321, please Thank you
Hello, noble lumpkin
This here is
The luster's potemtate
_ I said it, the luster's potemtate The luster's
[Em] Coy Dead _
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Well, it was all arranged
By the ladies
All clear in the
Downtown [C] convention [G] hall
Coal roast, beef, string beans
Mashed potatoes and nines
Boring speeches [C] and all
[G] And all the tables
Look fine with the
Mokin' David [B] wine
And the sentiments
On [F] each side
[D] And the hay Hire leaders
In the rented tuxedos
Made the local
Heart [C] swell with [G] pride
It's a typical American phenomenon
[D] Where all the members
Have a [C] final [G] time
It's the 43rd
[C] Annual [G] convention
And the [C] grandest Royal [D] order
Of the nobles
Of the Alibaba
Temple of the shrine
_ [G] _ _ _ _ [E] Ring my beckoning
Potemtate
Operator, 321, please Thank you Hello, Coy
What are you doing?
What do you mean, who [B] is this?
This is Bubba
Why wasn't you at the banquet?
What do you mean?
All you had to [Em] wear
Was a high volume
Flared-y shirt
Well, you may think
You're fooling some people
But I know what's going [B] on
Yeah, and everybody
Seemed a [Em] little red-headed
That's right, everybody
Why, she come running
Right through the dinner
Right in the middle
Of the [B] pineapple sherbert
Didn't have nothing on
But your fez, Coy
[Em] Coy, you're the only one
That's got a fez
With a propeller on top Yeah, yeah
And she's yelling
That's a secret code, too, Coy
Blame it, we'll go out
And change [B] it
Now, Coy, we're gonna have
To have a special meeting
When we get back to Hay Hire
About your [Em] conduct
At this here convention
Embarrassing
Now, Coy, you'll be
At the secret conclave tonight
You hear me?
And, Coy, keep it a secret Ha-ha _
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Well, it was a secret meeting
In the dead of the night
With mysterious [C] sanctimony
[G] In accordance with Prescribed rituals
Of time-honored [C] ceremony
[G] _ Matters of grave concern
Were [B] weighed with [F] Dedicated costs
[C] [D] Like whether or not
To raise a stud or draw
Or spit [C] in the ocean
It's a typical [G] American phenomenon
[D] Where all the members
Have a [C] final [G] time
It's the [C] 43rd Annual [G] convention
Of the grand [C] mystic
Royal [D] order of the noble The Alibaba
Temple of the shrine
[G] _ _ _ _ _ [E] I need my back in Ramonte
_ Operator, [Em] room 320
How do you know?
Oh, hello, Coy
Where have you been?
Knew you wasn't at the meeting
Well, [B] I found out
At the three o'clock this morning
He was out there
In your Fruit of the Looms
In the motel swimming pool
With a bunch of them waitresses
From the cocktail lounge
[E] I just hope your mama
Don't find out about this, Coy
What?
Well, how'd you get
That big motorcycle up there
On the high dive, Coy?
Now, [Em] Coy, dad, blame it
That ain't no way to act
We're supposed to be
The pillars of the community
When we get back to Hayhiver
You can [E] just turn in your ring
And your tie-tackle, Coy
You are out of the shrine
You're gonna be [Em] blackballed, boy That's right
You might even have to pack your bags
And leave town
What do [B] you mean?
You might join the Hale's Angels
Coy, don't you hang up [E] on me Hello, hello
[G] Don't you crank that motorcycle
Who's that giggling
In the background, Coy?
Hello, hello
Operator, yeah, we's cut off Room 321
Don't you dare blame it, Coy
You don't hang up on the Lester's potentate
I said, the Lester's potentate
This is Bubba, Bubba, Coy _
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