Ode to Ginger

An Ode to Marcus.

Ginger
(to the tune of “Yellow” by Coldplay)

Look at the sun,
Look how it shines all day,
For a good hat I will pay,
Cause I was born Ginger.

I walk at night,
For in the day I’ll burn,
There’s nowhere for me to turn.
Cause I was born Ginger.

So I put on my factor 60,
So I don’t have to move nifty,
Its tough being Ginger.

My hair,
Oh yeah my hair and skin,
I deserve free shares in Piz Buin,
I have to carry this burden,
This burden to have to carry.

I wear a jumper,
A hat, long trous and shoes,
Even to barbeques,
Cause I was born Ginger.

I burn,
I burn at the sight of sun,
Then there’s no Achi fun,
Cause I was born Ginger.

My hair,
Oh yeah my hair and skin,
I deserve free shares in Piz Buin,
To get away with factor 30 I’d give,
I’d give my right arm

Its true look how it shines all day,
Feels like its laughing at me,
I wave my fist at thee,
I’ll never wear factor three,
Or a vest and shorts combi,
Cause it shines all day

Look at the sun, look how it laughs at me….

Tags: Ginger, Marcus