In this 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 this way 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 mean the rest of you have a right to its 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-Gs, unless you've had to live it. An R and an E, even I am careful with it. An I and an N in the end it will only offend, Don't want to have to spell it out again.
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 don't call me ginger 'less you're ginger yourself, yeah.
Only a ginger, can call another ginger Ginger, yep.
When you are a ginger live is pretty hard, The years of ritual bullying in the school yard. And kids calling you Ranger 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 has truly let up, Then the word is ours and ours alone.
Don't you know that, Only a ginger, can call another ginger Ginger.
So if you call me Ginge I 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, yeah yeah.
Now listen to me we're not looking for sympathy, Just because we're sensitive to U.V. Just cuz 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 yeah, And asking can they call me ginge?
And I say I don't think that's appropriate.
Cuz only a ginger, can call another ginger Ginger, yeah.
And all the ladies they agree it's a fact, That once you gone ginge you can't go back.
So only a ginger, can call another ginger Ginger. Yeah go ginge, go mother fucker go.
You can call us Bozo or Firetruck, You can even call us, Carrot Top or Blood Nut. You can call me Matchstick or Tampon, But fucking with the G word is just not on.
If you're a gingerphobe and you don't like us, We'll stand up to the fight if you wanna fight us. But if you cut yourself you might catch gingervitis, So maybe you should shut your fucking mouth.
Yeah, only a ginger, can call another ginger Ginger, yeah yeah.
So if you call us Ginge you can't winge 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, yeah.
And I know my kids will always be clothed and fed, Cuz Pappa's gonna be bringing home the ginger bread. 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. Just like only a ninja, can sneak up on another ninga, yeah.
Only a ginger, only a ginger, only a ginger, Are you listeninger? I'm not pointing the finger, I'm just having a singer. I am just reminding ya, That only a ginger can call another ginger Ginger.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
