Bob Roberts Society Band lyrics

w/Jimmy Buffett; m/Buffett and Amy Lee

Piano intro: (D-B7-Em/A, D-B7-Em-A; D7-D7-A-Am-G)

1 V: Well, you`ve heard about the alligators sleepin` in the shade
You`ve heard about the sugar barons screwin` up the `glade.
It`s a melting pot existence and it`s hard to contemplate,
But I`m never in the battle in the Sunshine State.

2 V: 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 makeshift stage.

1 C: It`s the Bob Roberts Society Band,
playin` 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.

3 V: 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 vow to cut a rug;
fox trot, bunny hop, do the jitterbug.

2 C: It`s the Bob Roberts Society Band,
playin` 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.

4 V: I saw many vans from Boca, buses from Perrine.
There were people speakin` Hindu in the barbecue line.
A couple on their honeymoon looked a bit confused,
but the boys in the band put `em right in the mood, they played ...

5 V: A lady dressed in purple started dancin` all alone,
then she sauntered oh so gently to the vacant microphone.
She sounded like she`s someone who never missed a beat,
by the time the number ended they were dancin` in the street.

6 V: They died and gone to heaven, that lively little crowd.
Trombones and saxophones sent `em to the clouds.
They coulda gone all night but the party had to stop
when they blew the circuit breaker in the souvenir shop.

3 C: It`s the Bob Roberts Society Band,
playin` 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.

4 C: It`s the Bob Roberts Society Band,
playin` 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.

(Submitted by T.R. Violante from CD liner
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