Bob Roberts Society Band Lyrics by Jimmy Buffett

Bob Roberts Society Band Lyrics

    [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.

    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.

    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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