Prejudice

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