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[transcribed by h]
Bob roberts band
By: buffett

Well, you've heard 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 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 shows age
The forties comes to on a make-shift stage.

the bob roberts society band.
Playing sunday at the orange 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 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.
every sunday at the orange grove stand.
They don't play grunge and they don't 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 honeymoon
a bit confused.
But the boys in the band put 'em in the mood.
played.....

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

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

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

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

Oh-yea-a-a-ah!