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This is a song about prejudice And the language of prejudice And the power of the language of prejudice It's called: Prejudice 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 G's, 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 mean the rest of you have a right to its 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 G's - 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 yeah 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 Orangu 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 ill 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 Ginger And I say: "I don't think that's appropriate!" 'Cause only a ginger can call another ginger Ginger 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 mother fuckin' ginge 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 you’re 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 'Cause 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" It's a homophone 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 listening-er? I'm not pointing the finger I'm just having a sing-er I'm just remindin' yer That only a ginger can call another ginger...Ginger |