Only a ginger can call another ginger ginger lyrics

  • In our modern free-spoken society
  • There is a word that we still hold taboo
  • A word with a terrible history
  • Of being used to abuse, oppress and subdue
  • Just six seemingly harmless letters
  • Arranged in a way that will form a word
  • With more power than the pieces of metal
  • That are forged to make swords
  • A couple of Gs, an R and an E, an I and an N
  • Just six little letters all jumbled together
  • Have caused damage that we may never mend
  • And it's important that we all respect
  • That if these people should happen to choose
  • To reclaim the word as their own
  • It doesn't meant the rest of you have a right to it's use
  • So never under estimate
  • The power that language imparts
  • Sticks and stones may break your bones
  • But words can break hearts
  • A couple of Gs - jeez, unless you've had to live it
  • An R and an E - even I am careful with it
  • An I and an N - and in the end it will only offend
  • Don't want to have to spell it out again...
  • Yeah
  • Only a ginger can call another ginger, ginger
  • Only a ginger can call another ginger, ginger
  • So listen to me if you care for your health
  • You won't call me ginger 'less you're ginger yourself
  • Only a ginger can call another ginger, ginger
  • When you are a ginger life is pretty hard
  • Years of ritual bullying in the school yard
  • Kids calling you Ranga and Fanta Pants
  • No invitation to the high school dance
  • But you get up and learn to hold your head up
  • You try to keep your cool and not get het up
  • But until the feeling of I'll is truly let up
  • Then the word is ours and ours alone
  • Don't you know that...
  • Only a ginger can call another ginger, ginger
  • Only a ginger can call another ginger, ginger
  • So if you call us ginge we just might come unhinged
  • If you don't have a fringe with at least a tinge of the ginge in it
  • Only a ginger can call another ginger, ginger
  • Now listen to me, we're not looking for sympathy
  • Just because we're sensitive to UV
  • Just 'cause we're pathetically pale
  • We do alright with the females
  • Yeah I like to ask the ladies 'round for ginger beer
  • And soon they're running their fingers through my ginger beard
  • And dunking my ginger nuts into their ginger tea
  • And asking if they can call me ginge
  • And I say, "I don't think that's appropriate!"
  • 'Cos only a ginger can call another ginger, ginger
  • Only a ginga can call another ginga, ginga
  • And all the ladies, they agree it's a fact
  • Once you've gone ginge, she can't go back
  • Only a ginger can call another ginger, ginger
  • Yeah go ginge, go you funky ginge
  • Yeah, funky ginger mofo
  • Yeah, you can call us bozo or fire truck
  • You can even call us carrot top of blood nut
  • Yeah, you can call us match stick or tampon
  • But *****ing with the G-word is just not on
  • If you're a ginger-phobe and you don't like us
  • We will stand up to the fight if you want to fight us
  • But if you cut yourself you might catch gingivitis
  • So maybe you should shut your funky mouth
  • Only a ginger can call another ginger, ginger
  • Only a ginger can call another ginger, ginger
  • So if you call us ginge you can't whinge if your injured
  • If you don't have a tinge of the ginge in your minge
  • Only a ginger can call another ginger, ginger
  • And you know my kids will always be clothed and fed
  • 'Cos Papa's gonna be bringing home the gingerbread
  • And they'll be pretty smart because they'll be well-read
  • And by "read" I mean "read" and the other kind of "red", woo!
  • Only a ginger can call another ginger, ginger
  • Only a ginga can call another ginga, ginga
  • Just like only a ninja can sneak up on another ninja
  • Yeah, only a ginger, only a ginger, only a ginger, yeah
  • Are you all listening-a, I'm not pointing the finger
  • I just happen to sing-a
  • I'm just remindin' ya
  • That only a ginger can call another ginger...
  • Ginger
  • In our modern free-spoken society
    There is a word that we still hold taboo
    A word with a terrible history
    Of being used to abuse, oppress and subdue
    Just six seemingly harmless letters
    Arranged in a way that will form a word

    With more power than the pieces of metal
    That are forged to make swords
    A couple of Gs, an R and an E, an I and an N
    Just six little letters all jumbled together
    Have caused damage that we may never mend
    And it's important that we all respect
    That if these people should happen to choose
    To reclaim the word as their own
    It doesn't meant the rest of you have a right to it's use
    So never under estimate
    The power that language imparts
    Sticks and stones may break your bones
    But words can break hearts
    A couple of Gs - jeez, unless you've had to live it
    An R and an E - even I am careful with it
    An I and an N - and in the end it will only offend
    Don't want to have to spell it out again...
    Yeah
    Only a ginger can call another ginger, ginger
    Only a ginger can call another ginger, ginger
    So listen to me if you care for your health
    You won't call me ginger 'less you're ginger yourself
    Only a ginger can call another ginger, ginger
    When you are a ginger life is pretty hard
    Years of ritual bullying in the school yard
    Kids calling you Ranga and Fanta Pants
    No invitation to the high school dance
    But you get up and learn to hold your head up
    You try to keep your cool and not get het up
    But until the feeling of I'll is truly let up
    Then the word is ours and ours alone
    Don't you know that...
    Only a ginger can call another ginger, ginger
    Only a ginger can call another ginger, ginger
    So if you call us ginge we just might come unhinged
    If you don't have a fringe with at least a tinge of the ginge
    Only a ginger can call another ginger, ginger
    Now listen to me, we're not looking for sympathy
    Just because we're sensitive to UV
    Just 'cause we're pathetically pale
    We do alright with the females
    Yeah I like to ask the ladies round for ginger beer
    And soon they're running their fingers through my ginger beard
    And dunking my ginger nuts into their ginger tea
    And asking if they can call me ginge
    And I say, "I don't think that's appropriate!"
    'Cos only a ginger can call another ginger, ginger
    Only a ginga can call another ginga, ginga
    And all the ladies, they agree it's a fact
    Once you've gone ginge, you can't go back
    Only a ginger can call another ginger, ginger
    Yeah go ginge, go you funky ginge
    Yeah, funky ginger mofo
    Yeah, you can call us bozo or fire truck
    You can even call us carrot top of blood nut
    Yeah, you can call us match stick or tampon
    But fucking with the G-word is just not on
    If you're a ginger-phobe and you don't like us
    We will stand up to the fight if you want to fight us
    But if you cut yourself you might catch gingivitis
    So maybe you should shut your funky mouth
    Only a ginger can call another ginger, ginger
    Only a ginger can call another ginger, ginger
    So if you call us ginge you can't whinge if your injured
    If you don't have a tinge of the ginge in your minge
    Only a ginger can call another ginger, ginger
    And you know my kids will always be clothed and fed
    'Cos Papa's gonna be bringing home the gingerbread
    And they'll be pretty smart because they'll be well-read
    And by "read" I mean "read" and the other kind of "red", woo!
    Only a ginger can call another ginger, ginger
    Only a ginga can call another ginga, ginga
    Just like only a ninja can sneak up on another ninja
    Yeah, only a ginger, only a ginger, only a ginger, yeah
    Are you in as a ninga, I'm not pointing the finger
    I'm just having a sing-a
    I'm just remindin' ya
    That only a ginger can call another ginger...
    Ginger

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