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This is a song about prejudiceAnd the language of prejudiceAnd the power of the language of prejudiceIt's called: PrejudiceIn 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 togetherHave 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 mean the rest of you have a right to its useSo never under estimateThe power that language impartsSticks and stones may break your bonesLetras de cancionesBut 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 Orangu 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 ill 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 meWe'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 GingerAnd I say:"I don't think that's appropriate!"'Cause only a ginger can call another ginger GingerAnd all the ladies they agree it's a factOnce you've gone ginge, you can't go backOnly a ginger can call another ginger GingerYeah go ginge, go you funky mother fucker gingeYeah, 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 fucking 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 mouthOnly 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'Cause Papa's gonna be bringing home the gingerbreadAnd they'll be pretty smart because they'll be well-readAnd by "read" I mean "red" and the other kind of "red" It's a homophoneOnly 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 gingerOnly a gingerOnly a ginger, yeahAre you listening-er?I'm not pointing the fingerI'm just having a sing-erI'm just remindin' yerThat only a ginger can call another ginger...Ginger From Letras Mania