In our modern free-spoken societyThere is a word that we still hold tabooA word with a terrible historyOf being used to abuse, oppress and subdueJust six seemingly harmless lettersArranged in a way that will form a wordWith more power than the pieces of metalThat are forged to make swordsA couple of Gs, an R and an E, an I and an NJust six little letters all jumbled together
Have caused damage that we may never mendAnd it's important that we all respectThat if these people should happen to chooseTo reclaim the word as their ownIt doesn't meant the rest of you have a right to it's useSo never under estimateThe power that language impartsSticks and stones may break your bonesBut words can break heartsA couple of Gs - jeez, unless you've had to live itAn R and an E -
even I am careful with itAn I and an N - and in the end it will only offendDon't want to have to spell it out again... YeahOnly a ginger can call another ginger, gingerOnly a ginger can call another ginger, gingerSo listen to me if you care for your healthYou won't call me ginger 'less you're ginger yourselfOnly a ginger can call another ginger, gingerWhen you are a ginger life is pretty
hardYears of ritual bullying in the school yardKids calling you Ranga and Fanta PantsNo invitation to the high school danceBut you get up and learn to hold your head upYou try to keep your cool and not get het upBut until the feeling of I'll is truly let upThen the word is ours and ours aloneDon't you know that... Only a ginger can call another ginger, gingerOnly a ginger can call another ginger,
gingerSo if you call us ginge we just might come unhingedIf you don't have a fringe with at least a tinge of the ginge in itOnly a ginger can call another ginger, gingerNow listen to me, we're not looking for sympathyJust because we're sensitive to UVJust 'cause we're pathetically paleWe do alright with the femalesYeah I like to ask the ladies 'round for ginger beerAnd soon they're running their fingers
through my ginger beardAnd dunking my ginger nuts into their ginger teaAnd asking if they can call me gingeAnd I say, "I don't think that's appropriate!"'Cos only a ginger can call another ginger, gingerOnly a ginga can call another ginga, gingaAnd all the ladies, they agree it's a factOnce you've gone ginge, she can't go backOnly a ginger can call another ginger, gingerYeah go ginge, go you funky
gingeYeah, funky ginger mofoYeah, you can call us bozo or fire truckYou can even call us carrot top of blood nutYeah, you can call us match stick or tamponBut *****ing with the G-word is just not onIf you're a ginger-phobe and you don't like usWe will stand up to the fight if you want to fight usBut if you cut yourself you might catch gingivitisSo maybe you should shut your funky mouth
Only a ginger can call another ginger, gingerOnly a ginger can call another ginger, gingerSo if you call us ginge you can't whinge if your injuredIf you don't have a tinge of the ginge in your mingeOnly a ginger can call another ginger, gingerAnd you know my kids will always be clothed and fed'Cos Papa's gonna be bringing home the gingerbreadAnd they'll be pretty smart because they'll be well-readAnd
by "read" I mean "read" and the other kind of "red", woo! Only a ginger can call another ginger, gingerOnly a ginga can call another ginga, gingaJust like only a ninja can sneak up on another ninjaYeah, only a ginger, only a ginger, only a ginger, yeahAre you all listening-a, I'm not pointing the fingerI just happen to sing-aI'm just remindin' yaThat 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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