This is a song about prejudice And the language of prejudice And the power of the language of prejudice It's called Prejudice In a 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 will form a word With more power than the pieces of metal and 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 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 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, in the end it will only offend, don't wanna 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 wont call me ginger less your 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 head up But until the feeling of ill is truly let up And the word is ours and ours alone don't you know 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 when I am looking for sympathy Just because we're sensitive to UV Just because 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! Coz only a ginger can call another ginger ginger And all the ladies 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 motherfunkin' ginge Yeah you can call us bozo or fire truck You can even call us carrot top or blood nut Yeah you can call us match stick or tampon But fucking with the G-word is just not on If your a Gingerphobe 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 winge 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 Coz poppa's going to be bringing home the ginger bread And they be pretty smart because they'll be well read And by read I mean read and the other kind of red... Its a homophone! Only a ginger can call another ginger ginger Only a ginger can call another ginger ginger Just like only a ninja can sneak up on another ninja Only a ginger only a ginger only a ginger Are you listening up I'm not pointing the finga I'm just having a sing up I'm just reminding ya! That only a ginger can call another ginger Ginger