Grandma Helen's Homemade Band


music/lyrics: Richard Popovic

Story

This is a tribute to my baba, my Slovakian grandmother Helen. I was lucky enough to grow up in the same neighborhood and so got to experience her home-cooking quite often. And while this song commemorates her, it is not entirely accurate. Anyone who was crazy enough to use her pots and pans as a drum kit would have quickly been shown the error of their ways.

Lyrics

 

GRANDMA HELEN’S HOMEMADE BAND

It’s Grandma Helen’s homemade band, the best band in all of the land

When she hits those pots and pans you should see the people dance

It’s Grandma Helen’s homemade band


We practice right there on the kitchen floor, the blender and the toaster call for more

Hey pal have you heard the news Grandma she don’t get the blues

Cause the blues ain’t allowed in Grandma’s kitchen

It’s Grandma Helen’s homemade band, the best band in all of the land

I tell you it sounds pretty nice when she shakes that jar of rice

It’s Grandma Helen’s homemade band


You don’t have to be a maestro son, there’s room enough in here for everyone

Take a seat right by the stove help yourself to a sweet roll

There’s no going hungry in Grandma’s kitchen

She takes her water glasses from the cupboard and lines them up one after the other

She fills them up to different heights, dig that sound it’s out of sight

The water’s warbling wild in Grandma’s kitchen


The only time she stops to take a breath is Sundays because that’s a day of rest

But stick around and listen up on Monday when the sun comes up

Grandma will be back at it again

It’s Grandma Helen’s homemade band, the best band in all of the land

When she hits those pots and pans you should see the people dance

It’s Grandma Helen’s homemade band

 

 

GUITAR NOTES:

Capo 4

Chorus and Verses:

D/A/D/E

A-A7/D-D7/A-E/A