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[transcribed by h]
Bob roberts band
By: buffett

Well, you've about the alligators sleepin' in the shade
heard heard about the sugar barons screwin' up the 'glades,
It's a melting pot
That is to contemplate
And a ending battle in the sunshine state.

But far, far from the front page news,
Far, far away the headline blues,
a secondary road that severely shows it's age
The comes to life on a make-shift stage.

the bob roberts society band.
Playing every sunday at the grove stand.
don't play grunge and they don't play loud.
It's the magic of the music still draws a crowd.

Well, the word out
From to the keys.
The faithful get the
Like it's on the breeze.
folks, old folks,
to cut a rug
Fox trot, hop,
Do the jitterbug,

To the bob society band.
Playing every sunday at the orange stand.
They don't play grunge and don't play loud.
It's the magic of the music still draws a crowd.

I saw mini from boca,
Buses perrine.
There people speaking hindu
In the line.
A couple on honeymoon
a bit confused.
But the boys in the band put 'em in the mood.
played.....

A lady dressed in purple started dancing all
she sauntered oh so gently to the vacant microphone.
She sounded like she's someone and missed a beat.
By the time the number ended they dancin' in the street.

They'd died and to heaven,
That lively crowd,
Trombones and
Sent 'em the clouds.
It could have all night
But the had to stop.
When they the circuit breaker
In the shop.

It's the bob roberts society
every sunday at the orange grove stand
They don't play grunge and they play loud
the magic of the music that still draws a crowd.

It's the bob roberts society
every sunday down at the orange grove stand
They don't play and they don't play loud
It's the magic of the music still draws a crowd.

Oh-yea-a-a-ah!