[Intro: Funk-rock male lead, slapping bass guitar riff, yelping funk-rock count-off] Thump, thump, comin' up from below Eleven fifteen and the broom says no [Verse 1: Funk-rock male lead, tight punchy drums, cocky yelping funk-rock delivery] Fourth floor walk-up and the radiator hums Got a bass I bought used and a pair of calloused thumbs Every night at eleven I slap a little low And the boards go thump like they want me to go That's Mister Kowalski with a broom by his bed Bangin' on his ceiling every time I go ahead So I popped one string and he hit it right back I played a little funky and he gave it a whack Thump on the one and a thump on the three Now the man downstairs is keepin' time for me [Hook: Funk-rock male lead, full funk-rock band, big shouted hook] Knock knock, that's the broom service Every note I drop, he gettin' nervous Bang it on the ceiling, man, it's perfect Keep it comin' up, that's the broom service [Verse 2: Funk-rock male lead, slapping bass guitar, faster funk-rock yelps] Tuesday he was hollerin' up the radiator pipe Said "Forty years I lived here and I never heard the hype" I said "Sir, with respect, you got a pocket like a pro" 'Cause he never missed a backbeat, not a single one, no Wednesday it got funky, he was knockin' on the and Thursday he was swingin' like he used to lead a band I been playin' twenty years, never kept a drummer long Now I got one in the ceiling and he's never once been wrong Get down, Mister K, you can't fool me no more I can hear you gettin' funky through the old wood floor [Hook: Funk-rock male lead, full funk-rock band, big shouted hook] Knock knock, that's the broom service Every note I drop, he gettin' nervous Bang it on the ceiling, man, it's perfect Keep it comin' up, that's the broom service [Bridge: Funk-rock male lead, ceiling reply, the broom knocks from below answer each bass line, then the whole funk-rock band lands on the fourth knock] I slap it, he knocks it I pop it, he rocks it I bend it, he locks it Fourth knock, now drop it Friday came a knockin' but it came across the hall Mister K in a cardigan, a case as tall as the wall Said "I played the funk for thirty years, then I put it on a shelf Every night you made me miss it, kid, I couldn't help myself" Then he opened up the latches and he pulled the four-string out Said "Plug me in, I'm done with knockin', now I came to shout" [Final Hook: Funk-rock male lead, full funk-rock band with two slapping basses, big shouted hook] Knock knock, that's the broom service Every note I drop, he gettin' nervous Bang it on the ceiling, man, it's perfect Keep it comin' up, that's the broom service [End]
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