In our modern free-spoken society
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There is a word that we still hold taboo
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A word with a terrible history
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Of being used to abuse, oppress and subdue
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Just six seemingly harmless letters
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Arranged in a way that will form a word
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With more power than the pieces of metal
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That are forged to make swords
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A couple of Gs, an R and an E, an I and an N
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Just six little letters all jumbled together
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Have caused damage that we may never mend
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And it's important that we all respect
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That if these people should happen to choose
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To reclaim the word as their own
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It doesn't meant the rest of you have a right to it's use
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So never under estimate
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The power that language imparts
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Sticks and stones may break your bones
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But words can break hearts
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A couple of Gs - jeez, unless you've had to live it
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An R and an E - even I am careful with it
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An I and an N - and in the end it will only offend
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Don't want to have to spell it out again...
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Yeah
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Only a ginger can call another ginger, ginger
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Only a ginger can call another ginger, ginger
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So listen to me if you care for your health
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You won't call me ginger 'less you're ginger yourself
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Only a ginger can call another ginger, ginger
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When you are a ginger life is pretty hard
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Years of ritual bullying in the school yard
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Kids calling you Ranga and Fanta Pants
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No invitation to the high school dance
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But you get up and learn to hold your head up
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You try to keep your cool and not get het up
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But until the feeling of I'll is truly let up
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Then the word is ours and ours alone
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Don't you know that...
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Only a ginger can call another ginger, ginger
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Only a ginger can call another ginger, ginger
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So if you call us ginge we just might come unhinged
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If you don't have a fringe with at least a tinge of the ginge in it
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Only a ginger can call another ginger, ginger
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Now listen to me, we're not looking for sympathy
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Just because we're sensitive to UV
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Just 'cause we're pathetically pale
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We do alright with the females
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Yeah I like to ask the ladies 'round for ginger beer
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And soon they're running their fingers through my ginger beard
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And dunking my ginger nuts into their ginger tea
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And asking if they can call me ginge
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And I say, "I don't think that's appropriate!"
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'Cos only a ginger can call another ginger, ginger
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Only a ginga can call another ginga, ginga
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And all the ladies, they agree it's a fact
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Once you've gone ginge, she can't go back
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Only a ginger can call another ginger, ginger
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Yeah go ginge, go you funky ginge
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Yeah, funky ginger mofo
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Yeah, you can call us bozo or fire truck
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You can even call us carrot top of blood nut
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Yeah, you can call us match stick or tampon
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But fucking with the G-word is just not on
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If you're a ginger-phobe and you don't like us
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We will stand up to the fight if you want to fight us
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But if you cut yourself you might catch gingivitis
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So maybe you should shut your funky mouth
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Only a ginger can call another ginger, ginger
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Only a ginger can call another ginger, ginger
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So if you call us ginge you can't whinge if your injured
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If you don't have a tinge of the ginge in your minge
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Only a ginger can call another ginger, ginger
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And you know my kids will always be clothed and fed
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'Cos Papa's gonna be bringing home the gingerbread
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And they'll be pretty smart because they'll be well-read
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And by "read" I mean "read" and the other kind of "red", woo!
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Only a ginger can call another ginger, ginger
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Only a ginga can call another ginga, ginga
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Just like only a ninja can sneak up on another ninja
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Yeah, only a ginger, only a ginger, only a ginger, yeah
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Are you all listening-a, I'm not pointing the finger
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I just happen to sing-a
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I'm just remindin' ya
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That only a ginger can call another ginger...
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Ginger
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Prejudice
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Tim Minchin |