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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 existence |
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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 Robert's 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 Robert's 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 Robert's 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 Robert's 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. |
