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[transcribed by h]
Bob society band
By: buffett

Well, you've heard about the alligators in the shade
You've heard heard about the sugar barons up the 'glades,
It's a melting pot
That is to contemplate
And a never battle in the sunshine state.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh-yea-a-a-ah!