Tim Minchin | “Prejudice“ | w/ Lyrics

“Prejudice“ by Tim Minchin. *ALL RIGHTS TO TIM MINCHIN. Lyrics: This is a song about prejudice And the language of prejudice And the power of the language of prejudice It’s called “Prejudice“ 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 meant the rest of you have a right to it’s use So never under estimate 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; 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 unless 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 in it 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!“ ’Cuz 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 motherfucking 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 fucking with the G-word is just not on If you’re a ginger-phobe 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 ’Cos 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“ (It’s a homophone!) 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 all listening-a? I’m not pointing the finger I just having a sing-a I’m just reminding ya That only a ginger can call another ginger “Ginger“