Lirik Lagu Bob Robert's Society Band - Jimmy Buffett
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Well, You've heard about the alligators sleepin' in the shadeYou've heard heard about the sugar barons screwin' up the 'glades,It's a melting pot existenceThat is hard to contemplateAnd 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 ageThe forties comes to life on a make-shift stage.
It's the Bob Robert's 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 outFrom Melbourne to the Keys.The faithful get the messageLike it's written on the breeze.Young folks, old folks,'Bout to cut a rugFox Trot, Bunny Hop,Do the Jitterbug,
To the Bob Robert's 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 HinduIn the Bar-B-Que line.A couple on their honeymoonLooked 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 aloneThen 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 saxophonesSent 'em through the clouds.It could have gone all nightBut the party had to stop.When they blew the circuit breakerIn the souvenir shop.
It's the Bob Robert's Society BandPlaying every Sunday at the Orange Grove StandThey don't play grunge and they don't play loudIt's the magic of the music that still draws a crowd.
It's the Bob Robert's Society BandPlaying every Sunday down at the Orange Grove StandThey don't play grunge and they don't play loudIt's the magic of the music that still draws a crowd.
But far, far away from the front page news,Far, far away from the headline blues,Down a secondary road that severely shows its ageThe forties comes to life on a make-shift stage.
It's the Bob Robert's 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 outFrom Melbourne to the Keys.The faithful get the messageLike it's written on the breeze.Young folks, old folks,'Bout to cut a rugFox Trot, Bunny Hop,Do the Jitterbug,
To the Bob Robert's 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 HinduIn the Bar-B-Que line.A couple on their honeymoonLooked 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 aloneThen 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 saxophonesSent 'em through the clouds.It could have gone all nightBut the party had to stop.When they blew the circuit breakerIn the souvenir shop.
It's the Bob Robert's Society BandPlaying every Sunday at the Orange Grove StandThey don't play grunge and they don't play loudIt's the magic of the music that still draws a crowd.
It's the Bob Robert's Society BandPlaying every Sunday down at the Orange Grove StandThey don't play grunge and they don't play loudIt's the magic of the music that still draws a crowd.
