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.
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
