All the ginger ladies
With orange for shadin’
It’s the tinge I’m hatin’
Awful pigmentation
Every inch of braidin’
Plus that fringe mutation
Makes me cringe at frayed ends

The Fanta Pants club!

Chop off your mop
Carrot top
Deserving my belittling
These scissors will snip
Cuz girl, you gotta clip
All those scarlet-coloured
Curls and rings

Go get a trim
I’m begging, please
Don’t buy more ruddy extensions
Just dye your hair
Or shave it bare
That’s public courtesy

Hair igniting up your shoulders? Cut it quick, barber
Fighting fire with hot water and a Schick cutter
We’ll be glad once your mullet is less scarlet
It’s so frightening that you gotta put a wig on it

Chunks we spew
Ew ew eww ew ew
Eww ew ew eww

Your hairdo
Ew ew eww ew ew
Eww ew ew eww

Every stylist says you oughta let a Mig bomb it
At the sight of you we swallow down our sick vomit
Get you clad in a three-foot-thick bonnet
It’s so frightening that you gotta put a wig on it

We just want to get rid
Of damned gingerkids
Cuz their white skin and red hair is obscene
Freckled up
Zinc getting rubbed
Plus their hairdressers need shrinks

With braids coloured crimson
“Dye it, titian!”
Shampoo it and then condition
From UV you spurn
Half-hour and you’re burnt
Unappealing, peeling Vitamin D

Hair igniting up your shoulders? Cut it quick, barber
Fighting fire with hot water and a Schick cutter
We’ll be glad once your mullet is less scarlet
It’s so frightening that you gotta put a wig on it

Bright red glow?
Oh oh ohhh oh oh
Ohhh oh oh ohhh

Grab a hose
Oh oh ohhh oh oh
Ohhh oh oh ohhh

Every stylist says you oughta let a Mig bomb it
At the sight of you we swallow down our sick vomit
Get you clad in a three-foot-thick bonnet
It’s so frightening that you gotta put a wig on it

Let it grow?
No no nooo no no
Nooo no no nooo

Gingerfro?
No no nooo no no
Nooo no no nooo

Growth
Freaky coloured rings, locks and curls
It makes me want to hurl
That fuzzy burgundy fur
It’s a ginger curse

Curtains match the drapes? Eep
So cranky
They’re so angry
All those ranga peeps
It’s a danger being around

Hair so gingerly done
There’s copper in your comb
Alopecia I’d condone
Reddy or not, here they come

All the ginger ladies
With oranger shadin’
It’s the tinge I’m hatin’
Awful pigmentation
And that fringe mutation
Makes me cringe at frayed ends
Every inch of braidin’

The Fanta Pants club!

Chunks we spew
Ew ew eww ew ew
Eww ew ew eww

Your hairdo
Ew ew eww ew ew
Eww ew ew eww

Hair igniting up your shoulders? Cut it quick, barber
Fighting fire with hot water and a Schick cutter
We’ll be glad once your mullet is less scarlet
It’s so frightening that you gotta put a wig on it

Every stylist says you oughta let a Mig bomb it
At the sight of you we swallow down our sick vomit
Get you clad in a three-foot-thick bonnet
It’s so frightening that you gotta put a wig on it

Cut that, yo