Bob Roberts Society Band Jimmy Buffett

[Verse 1]
Well, you heard about the alligators sleepin' in the shade
You heard about the sugar barons screwin' up the glades
It's a melting pot existence that is hard to contemplate
And a never-ending battle in the Sunshine State

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 3]
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

[Chorus]
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