Verse 1 Sunday morning, front row seat Grandma tapping both her feet Pastor preaching nice and slow But the drummer’s itching for the groove to go Organ humming low and sweet Choir swaying off the beat Grandma leaned and winked at me Said “Child just wait and see” Pre-Chorus She clapped once… Clapped twice… Whole church started feeling nice Chorus Grandma brought the funk to church Right there in the holy light Bass line walking through the pews Like Saturday night Choir shouting “Hallelujah!” But the rhythm took control When Grandma clapped that second time Funk saved every soul Verse 2 Deacon Johnson dropped his book Said “Lord what is this hook?” Pastor tried to keep it calm But the groove got in his psalm Organ player grinned so wide Started sliding side to side Grandma raised her Sunday fan Said “Let the spirit jam!” Pre-Chorus Clap once… Clap twice… Even heaven rolled the dice Chorus Grandma brought the funk to church Shook the rafters in the air Saints were dancing in the aisles Like nobody cared Tambourines and gospel horns Lighting up the room When Grandma hit that funky clap The spirit found the groove Bridge Oh the choir said “Amen!” Band said “Play it again!” Grandma just smiled and shook her head Said “Joy ain’t supposed to be dead.” Final Chorus Grandma brought the funk to church Turned the sermon into soul When the groove and grace collide Everybody rolls From the pulpit to the door You could feel it in your bones When Grandma brought the funk to church Even heaven got the tone Outro (call & response) Leader: “Who brought the funk?” Choir: “Grandma did!” Leader: “Who brought the groove?” Choir: “Grandma did!”
