Whither Grandma?

Huh. I've probably listened to Kiss's Deuce 1,000 times, but it was only when I read this post on Breden Halpin's Girl in a Cage blog (which I found thanks to this post from Dr. Frank) that I realized what the opening line of the song is:

Kiss, if you believe Gene Simmons (not sure why you should, except he seems to be less full of shit on the subject of money than anything else), has been a completely cynical moneymaking machine from day one. But this doesn't dim the brilliance of, say, "Deuce". I mean, "get up and get your grandma outta here." No idea what that song is about, but they had me at get your grandma outta here.

What this made me think of immediately was, of course, Terence Trent D'Arby's Dance Little Sister, which begins with the following exhortation:

Get up 'outta' your rockin' chair grandma!
Or rather would you care to dance grandmother?

That was courtesy of The Terence Trent D'Arby Lyrics Site, by the way.

I've been reading Frank Kogan's book, Real Punks Don't Wear Black (which I highly recommend); in the essay Death Rock 2000, he tentatively lays out an observation of a key difference between (trad) white music and (trad) black music:

[Kelis's Caught Out There] jumps right out and away from r&b, from black culture, from music. It's not about empowerment, getting even, taking control - it's not cool, not grace under pressure, not wit and wisdom of wronged sisterhood. It's just plain a scream of hate. She's losing it. Just completely losing it. Out of control. and that's where the song seems more white than black - not that whites lose control more than blacks, but that whites in music lose control more than blacks, because, for some whites, losing control is freedom, breaking out of oneself and one's world...Whereas for blacks, in general, freedom is about gaining control, not losing it.

Interesting theory, Frank. But have you considered the Grandma Factor?