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[transcribed by h]
Bob society band
By: jimmy

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

But far, far from 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.

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

Well, the word out
From to the keys.
The get the message
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 every 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.

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

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

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

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

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

Oh-yea-a-a-ah!