Bob Robert's Society Band

Well, you heard about the alligators sleeping in the shade
You heard about the sugar barons screwing up the glades
It's a melting pot existence 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 makeshift 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 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 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 minivans from Boca, buses from Perrine
There were people speaking 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

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 that never missed a beat
By the time the number ended, they were dancing 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 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

It's the Bob Robert's Society Band
Playing every Sunday down at the Orange Grove Stand
They don't play grunge, they don't play loud
It's the magic of the music that still draws a crowd

Oh-yea-a-a-ah!