| Well, You’ve heard about the alligators sleepin' in the shade
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| You’ve heard heard about the sugar barons screwin' up the 'glades
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| It’s a melting pot existance
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| That is hard to contemplate
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| And a never ending battle in the Sunshine State
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| But far, far away from the front page news
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| Far, far away from the headline blues
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| Down a secondary road that severely shows its age
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| The forties comes to life on a make-shift stage
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| It’s the Bob Roberts Society Band
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| Playing every Sunday at the Orange Grove Stand
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| They don’t play grunge and they don’t play loud
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| It’s the magic of the music that still draws a crowd
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| Well, the word goes out
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| From Melbourne to the Keys
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| The faithful get the message
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| Like it’s written on the breeze
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| Young folks, old folks
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| 'Bout to cut a rug
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| Fox Trot, Bunny Hop
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| Do the Jitterbug
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| To the Bob Roberts Society Band
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| Playing every Sunday at the Orange Grove Stand
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| They don’t play grunge and they don’t play loud
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| It’s the magic of the music that still draws a crowd
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| I saw mini vans from Boca
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| Buses from Perrine
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| There were people speaking Hindu
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| In the Bar-B-Que line
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| A couple on their honeymoon
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| Looked a bit confused
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| But the boys in the band put 'em right in the mood
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| They played…
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| A lady dressed in purple started dancing all alone
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| Then she sauntered oh so gently to the vacant microphone
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| She sounded like she’s someone and never missed a beat
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| By the time the number ended they were dancin' in the street
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| They’d died and gone to heaven
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| That lively little crowd
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| Trombones and saxophones
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| Sent 'em through the clouds
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| It could have gone all night
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| But the party had to stop
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| When they blew the circuit breaker
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| In the souvenir shop
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| It’s the Bob Roberts Society Band
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| Playing every Sunday at the Orange Grove Stand
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| They don’t play grunge and they don’t play loud
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| It’s the magic of the music that still draws a crowd
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| It’s the Bob Roberts Society Band
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| Playing every Sunday down at the Orange Grove Stand
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| They don’t play grunge and they don’t play loud
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| It’s the magic of the music that still draws a crowd
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| Oh-yea-a-a-ah! |