Lyrics
(Verse 1)
Old Pop Pop, sittin' on the porch swing, watchin' the world go by
Used to tear up the dance floor, back in the days of the beehive high
Dusty records piled up by the window, memories in every groove
Shakin' his head at the music these youngsters choose
(Chorus)
But one night, under the disco ball's gleam, a funky vision struck
A revelation, a groove machine, the perfect funk to cook
Slapped that bass, popped that snare, keyboard talkin' slick
Pop Pop's got the formula, a guaranteed body flick
(Verse 2)
Grabbed his dusty old bass guitar, strings a little bit frail
Plucked a funky line, got his heart tappin' a funky trail
Clapped his hands for a rhythm, whistled a melody sweet
The basement turned into a studio, where the funk couldn't be beat
(Chorus)
'Cause that night, under the disco ball's gleam, a funky vision struck
A revelation, a groove machine, the perfect funk to cook
Slapped that bass, popped that snare, keyboard talkin' slick
Pop Pop's got the formula, a guaranteed body flick
(Bridge)
The kids all scoffed, said, "Grandpa's gone off the deep end"
But when they heard that funky beat, their doubts began to bend
Bodies started movin', feet tappin' to the groove
Pop Pop's funky potion turned neighborhood!
loose
(Chorus)
'Cause that night, under the disco ball's gleam, a funky vision struck
A revelation, a groove machine, the perfect funk to cook
Slapped that bass, popped that snare, keyboard talkin' slick
Pop Pop's got the formula, a guaranteed body flick
(Outro)
Now Pop Pop's the hottest DJ, spinnin' vinyl gold
The hippest cat on the block, a story to be told
From porch swing to dance floor, the funk's alive and well
Pop Pop found the secret, and the groove's his funky spell
