What My Grandpa Is A Right Wing Fascist is about
A satire, and the title is the joke. Grandpa reads the paper, asks why the bills keep going up and doesn't clap along, so by teatime he's a danger to the realm. The song pokes fun at how quickly a question gets someone labelled, while he sits there "with his tea".
My Grandpa Is A Right Wing Fascist lyrics
Grandpa’s got a question
Somebody call the press
Grandpa read the paper, said, The numbers don’t add up
Asked the man on telly why the bills keep going up
He said, I’m not convinced by every slogan that you sell
By teatime, he was trending as a danger to the realm
He’s got a battered jacket and a stubborn point of view
He’ll hear you out politely, then disagree with you
The panel shakes its heads; the headlines start to flash
One man’s mild objection is a threat to all we have
Ask a question — watch them flinch
Offer doubt — you’ve crossed the line
If you don’t repeat the latest words
They’ll give you a new name by lunchtime
My grandpa is a right-wing fascist
That’s what the talking heads is insisting
He asked “Why?” and didn’t clap
Now he’s on the danger map
My grandpa is a right-wing fascist
A public menace, apparently
He’s just sat there with his tea
Being terribly un-terribly free
He says, A slogan isn’t proof, a label isn’t law
He says, You can’t debate a view by banning what you saw
The minister says, We welcome every voice
Then lists the only approved opinions you can voice
Grandpa’s not a saint; he’s wrong from time to time
He’ll grumble at the weather and complain about the price
But now a different answer gets him marched into the frame
They don’t argue with the old man — they just announce his name
Ask a question — watch them flinch
Offer doubt — you’ve crossed the line
If you don’t repeat the latest words
They’ll give you a new name by lunchtime
My grandpa is a right-wing fascist
That’s what the talking heads insist
He asked “Why?” and didn’t clap
Now he’s on the danger map
My grandpa is a right-wing fascist
A public menace, apparently
He’s just sat there with his tea
Being terribly un-terribly free
You can call him names till the cameras fade
But that won’t make your argument stronger
You can shout him down and wave your badge
He’ll still ask questions longer
My grandpa is a right-wing fascist
That’s what the talking heads insist
He asked “Why?” and didn’t clap
Now he’s on the danger map!
My grandpa is a right-wing fascist
Or so the headlines say
He’s just sat there with his tea
And he’ll ask again today
Why
Because I can