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[transcribed by h]
Bob society band
By: buffett

Well, you've heard about the alligators in the shade
heard heard about the sugar barons screwin' up the 'glades,
It's a pot existance
That is hard to
And a never ending in the sunshine state.

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

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

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

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

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

A lady dressed in started dancing all alone
Then she oh so gently to the vacant microphone.
She sounded she's someone and never missed a beat.
By the time the ended they were dancin' in the street.

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

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

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

Oh-yea-a-a-ah!