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[transcribed by h]
Bob society band
By: buffett

Well, heard about the alligators sleepin' in the shade
heard heard about the sugar barons screwin' up the 'glades,
It's a melting pot
is hard to contemplate
And a never ending in the sunshine state.

But far, far away from the page news,
Far, far away from the blues,
Down a secondary road that severely it's age
The forties comes to life on a 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 that still draws a crowd.

Well, the word out
melbourne 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.
every sunday at the orange grove stand.
They don't play grunge and don't play loud.
It's the magic of the music that 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 purple dancing all alone
Then she oh so gently to the vacant microphone.
She sounded like she's someone and missed a beat.
By the time the ended they were dancin' in the street.

They'd died and to heaven,
lively little crowd,
Trombones and
'em through the clouds.
It could gone all night
But the had to stop.
When they blew the circuit
In the shop.

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

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

Oh-yea-a-a-ah!