[Verse] Late night, kitchen glow, shadows sway with the smoke Grandpa’s got that groove, tapping rhythms with a joke Wooden spoon in hand, spinning tales down the line Syncopation’s magic, feel the fire, taste the time [Pre-Chorus] Hear that beat? It’s sweet, slipping under your skin Take a breath, don’t miss it, let the funk begin [Chorus] Tap it, drop it, feel that spoon, groove in the room Syncopate the night away, dancing shadows in the play Tap it, drop it, with that wooden tune Grandpa’s rhythm never quits, lighting up these funky hits [Verse] Smoke curls and sways, the band’s tight, warm and lean Calling out the cues, every note’s a midnight dream Hands fly, feet move, the clock’s forgotten now In that smoky haze, we learn how to groove somehow [Pre-Chorus] Hear that beat? It’s sweet, slipping under your skin Take a breath, don’t miss it, let the funk begin [Chorus] Tap it, drop it, feel that spoon, groove in the room Syncopate the night away, dancing shadows in the play Tap it, drop it, with that wooden tune Grandpa’s rhythm never quits, lighting up these funky hits [Bridge] Wooden spoon calls, in the still of the night Echoes in my soul, setting wrongs to right Late-night lessons, funky confession Syncopated heart, in this smoky session [Chorus] Tap it, drop it, feel that spoon, groove in the room Syncopate the night away, dancing shadows in the play Tap it, drop it, with that wooden tune Grandpa’s rhythm never quits, lighting up these funky hits [Outro] Tap it, drop it, feel the funk, feel the groove Late night’s rhythm, Grandpa’s wooden move