Тональность

 
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Well, You've heard about the alligators sleepin' in the shade 
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You've heard about the sugar barons screwin' up the 'glades, 
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It's a melting pot existence That is hard to contemplate And a never ending battle  
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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 The forties comes to life 
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on a make-shift stage. 
 
[Chorus]
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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 From Melbourne to the Keys.
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The faithful get the message Like it's written on the breeze.
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Young folks, old folks, 'Bout to cut a rug.Fox Trot, Bunny Hop, Do the Jitterbug,
 
 
[Chorus]
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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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I saw mini vans from Boca, Buses from Perrine.
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There were people speaking Hindu In the Bar-B-Que line.
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A couple on their honeymoon Looked a bit confused. But the boys in the band 
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put 'em right in the mood.
 
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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. By the time the number ended they were 
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dancin' in the street.
 
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They'd died and gone to heaven That lively little crowd
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Trombones and saxophones Sent 'em through the clouds
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It could have gone all night. But the party had to stop.When they blew the circuit breaker 
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In the souvenir shop
 
 
[Chorus]
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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.