Minge?
Endless hours of physics lessons were spent rewriting The Sound Of Silence by Simon and Garfunkel. Well 10 minutes was spent rewriting it and endless hours were spent singing it. So here we go (and apologies for doing all the verses).

The Ginger Song
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Hello Ginger my old friend,
I've come to die your hair again.
Because a carrot softly creeping
Left it's seeds while you were sleeping.
And the colour that was planted in your head
Was golden red
And your hair
Was ginger.

In restless dreams I walked alone
And we killed the ginger clones
'Neath the halo of a streetlamp
I saw your hair and thought you were a tramp
'Til my eyes were spared by the flash of a neon light
And I was right
Because your hair
Was ginger

And in the naked light I saw
That there were ten thousand more
People golden like the morning
People red like the sun dawning
And the ginger people were huddled in a little group
Like tomato soup
Because their hair was ginger.

Fool said I, you do not know
Ginger like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might reach you
Dye your hair I beseach you
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And you smell
Because your hair
Is ginger

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
Ginger hair is appalling
And the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
Let's kill 'em all
Because their hair
Is Ginger...

Oh dear...
(danshome, Thu 27 Jan 2005, 12:18, Reply)