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 underestimate 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 ginga can call another ginga, ginga 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 ginger can call another ginger, ginger 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 motherfucker go!
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 fucking 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
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