Tim Minchin - Prejudice lyrics

In our 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 that 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 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 Gs, jeez, unless you've had to live it An R and an E, even I am careful with it An I and an N, and in the end it will only offend Don't want to have to spell it out again Yeah... 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 won't call me ginger 'less you're 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 het up But until the feeling of ill is truly let up Then the word is ours and ours alone Don't you know that... Only a ginger can call another ginger ginger Only a ginger can call another ginger ginger 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 Only a ginger can call another ginger ginger Now listen to me, we're not looking for sympathy Just because we're sensitive to UV Just 'cause 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!" 'Cause only a ginger can call another ginger ginger Only a ginga can call another ginga ginga And all the ladies, they 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 ginge Yeah, funky ginger mofo 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 f**ing with the G-word is just not on If you're 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 whinge 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 And you know my kids will always be clothed and fed 'Cause papa's gonna be bringing home the gingerbread And they'll be pretty smart because they'll be well-read And by "read" I mean "read" and the other kind of "red" Only a ginger can call another ginger ginger Only a ginga can call another ginga ginga Just like only a ninja can sneak up on another ninja Yeah, only a ginger, only a ginger, only a ginger, yeah Are you listening up, I'm not pointing the finger I'm just having a sing-a I'm just reminding ya That only a ginger can call another ginger ginger