Grandma beats the drum

She don't care of the beatels,
don't care of the notes.
The only things she reads are the yellow magasines.

She don't care of modern music,
no classic, no rock, no ballad.
She's never melancholic, no malad.

She's flying into trance like an Indian shaman,
And I go deep into the music space,
and she's beating the drum like in a car race.

Grandmamma beats the drum, boom boom,
Grandmamma beats the drum.
Grandmamma beats the drum, boom boom.
Boom boom, Grandmamma beats the drum.

She don't care of good music,
no harmony no phonic.
She's here so go away for every panic.

She's flying into trance like an Indian shaman,
And I go deep into the music space,
and she's beating the drum like in a car race.

Grandmamma beats the drum, boom boom,
Grandmamma beats the drum.
Grandmamma beats the drum, boom boom.
Boom boom, Grandmamma beats the drum.

Grandmamma beats the drum, boom boom,
Grandmamma beats the drum.
Grandmamma beats the drum, boom boom.
Boom boom, Grandmamma beats the drum.