Orlando's

All types of travelers from near and far Come to get a drink at Orlando's bar On a lovely patch of grass in a land far away Only those who have directions are allowed to drink and stay On the stage is a man with a flawless reputation He's the king of the jam drunk on many situations And his friend stage right is a dobro sensation Almost every single night he gets a standing ovation All across the land they were selling out shows With the sickest and the quickest riffs that everybody knows They chose their name in no time flat They decided on Jamflowman McGrat And as the night goes on and the drinks get stronger The crowd gets drunk and the band gets louder But no one seems to mind as they played their favorite songs Now everybody raise your glass It's time to sing along Hey Da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da Daaah Da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da Daaah Da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da Daaah In hopped a creature up to the bar With a big head of dreads and a great big jaw His wings were well hidden and his roots locked up tight He'd been flying for months with no end in sight He said "Barkeep now I need to drink my fill Give me sour milk from some big birds bill" And as the night went on he drank and danced and sang Old Frankie was the happiest he'd ever been And in the seat to his left was a mess of a man Haunted by a quest in a foreign land He was the greatest knight the king had ever seen He defeated evil Zeus with his brother Meebs He liked his scotch well aged with some Sour D And was known to hit the dance floor occasionally He jumped right up and said "I love this song" Then Tibby grabbed Frankie and they sang along Hey Da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da Daaah Da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da Daaah Da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da Daaah In the corner of the bar sits a man drinking tea With a whole lotta stories of his time as a thief In his youth he was king with his friend named Dean They take your money take your pride and all your precious things Eventually they made enough to go legit Buying up the corporations that made him sick He retired at the age of 33 And spent the rest of his life doing what he pleased At the middle of the room is a man fulla gloom 'Cause the ladies did not want to dance No matter how hard he tried not a girl alive Would consider his romance With a boat made for tugging and a face full of greens Old Cabbage did not stand a chance But as he heard a song, a familiar tune Him and Carter got up and danced across the room In the land of Beethoven & Greene (Da-da-da-da-da) There's a bar for the flourishing scene (Da-da-da-da-da) In the midst of the mist unseen (Da-da-da-da-da) All the patrons can Relax and Dream (Daaah) Relax and Dream (Da-da-da-da-da) Open your eyes to see (Da-da-da-da-da) Let the beauty all around (Da-da-da-da-da) Fill your heart up with the sound (Daaah) In the land of Beethoven & Greene (Da-da-da-da-da) There's a bar for the flourishing scene (Da-da-da-da-da) In the midst of the mist unseen (Da-da-da-da-da) All the patrons can Relax and Dream (Daaah)