Ginger on your head Threw my coat No more I drink spicy pink Spicy pink soup I love you For hiking through the grainy parts of New York But I vanished appeared on an island Ginger kids can be nothing but violent
Gray spikes At night I hope we don't crash under dim street lights
Expensive smoke and lacking in The life of the ginger kids And ginger kids all love to get lost in the earth In the earth
Lady make up your mind What the rose or the gold Baby pink little birds begin to unfold Stick them on my shirt And stick them on my nose Wear them to the kingdom of the gold and the rose
