Bob Roberts Society Band — текст песни (Jimmy Buffett)





[transcribed by linda h]

Bob roberts society band

By: jimmy buffett

1996

Well, youve heard about the alligators sleepin in the shade

Youve heard heard about the sugar barons screwin up the glades,

Its 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.



Its the bob roberts society band.

Playing every sunday at the orange grove stand.

They dont play grunge and they dont play loud.

Its 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 its 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 dont play grunge and they dont play loud.

Its 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 shes someone and never missed a beat.

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



Theyd 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.



Its the bob roberts society band

Playing every sunday at the orange grove stand

They dont play grunge and they dont play loud

Its the magic of the music that still draws a crowd.



Its the bob roberts society band

Playing every sunday down at the orange grove stand

They dont play grunge and they dont play loud

Its the magic of the music that still draws a crowd.



Oh-yea-a-a-ah!



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