Do you feel born out of time? Does all the world seem behind you? You must be ginger. And when you walk down the street Do people tread on your heels And wag a finger? Have you got plans in your head? You wish they'd all go drop dead? Because they don't understand - They think you're from another land Ginger It's not the same for you. In another life maybe We'll all be ginger and free. Do people tell you you're wrong? Won't let you feel you belong In their club? You're an outsider. And when they shout, "Freckle-Face" It makes you feel out of place - You're in the dentist's chair, "Open wider!" Have you got plans in your head? You wish they'd all go drop dead? Because they don't understand - They think you're from another land Ginger It's not the same for you. In another life maybe We'll all be ginger and free. We're gonna be ginger and FREEEEEEE...