Funky Grandpa’s Funky Secret.

(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