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Jimmy Buffett

Genres: Rock

Bob Roberts Society Band Lyrics - Jimmy Buffett

[transcribed by Linda H] 

Bob Roberts Society Band 

By: Jimmy Buffett 

1996 

Well, You've heard about the alligators sleepin' in the shade 

You've heard heard about the sugar barons screwin' up the 'glades, 

It's a melting pot existance 

That is hard to contemplate 

And a never ending battle in the Sunshine State. 

 

But far, far away from the front page news, 

Far, far away from the headline blues, 

Down a secondary road that severely shows its age 

The forties comes to life on a make-shift stage. 

 

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It's the Bob Roberts Society Band. 

Playing every Sunday at the Orange Grove Stand. 

They don't play grunge and they don't play loud. 

It's the magic of the music that still draws a crowd. 

 

Well, the word goes out 

From Melbourne to the Keys. 

The faithful get the message 

Like it's written on the breeze. 

Young folks, old folks, 

'Bout to cut a rug 

Fox Trot, Bunny Hop, 

Do the Jitterbug, 

 

To the Bob Roberts Society Band. 

Playing every Sunday at the Orange Grove Stand. 

They don't play grunge and they don't play loud. 

It's the magic of the music that still draws a crowd. 

 

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I saw mini vans from Boca, 

Buses from Perrine. 

There were people speaking Hindu 

In the Bar-B-Que line. 

A couple on their honeymoon 

Looked a bit confused. 

But the boys in the band put 'em right in the mood. 

They played... 

 

A lady dressed in purple started dancing all alone 

Then she sauntered oh so gently to the vacant microphone. 

She sounded like she's someone and never missed a beat. 

By the time the number ended they were dancin' in the street. 

 

They'd died and gone to heaven, 

That lively little crowd, 

Trombones and saxophones 

Sent 'em through the clouds. 

It could have gone all night 

But the party had to stop. 

When they blew the circuit breaker 

In the souvenir shop. 

 

It's the Bob Roberts Society Band 

Playing every Sunday at the Orange Grove Stand 

They don't play grunge and they don't play loud 

It's the magic of the music that still draws a crowd. 

 

It's the Bob Roberts Society Band 

Playing every Sunday down at the Orange Grove Stand 

They don't play grunge and they don't play loud 

It's the magic of the music that still draws a crowd. 

 

Oh-yea-a-a-ah! 

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