Bob Robert's Society Band

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

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 '40s comes to life on a makeshift stage

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

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 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

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 dancin' 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 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

It's the Bob Roberts 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, yeah