I was stroking through my pants one evening
When a strange feeling came over me
A vision of gingerness came in view
And I spunked up my manly seed

Ging-ginga ginga-ging ging ging
Blondes? To me they’re minging
Ging-ginga ginga-ging ging ging
Brunettes they ain’t winning

Ding-dinga dinga-ding ding ding
She made my shorts unfurl
Ging-ginga ginga-ging ging ging
She’s my red-headed girl

Was she natural?
Could such flame-red locks be
Enhanced by some dye or shampoo?
She gave me the answer with a glimpse
Of her apricot-coloured pubes

Ging-ginga ginga-ging ging ging
Blondes? To me they’re minging
Ging-ginga ginga-ging ging ging
Brunettes they ain’t winning

Ming-minga minga-ming ming ming
Those soft pale auburn curls
Ging-ginga ginga-ging ging ging
She’s my red-headed girl

Flame-haired ladies have such fiery tempers
And when she flips her rage is sublime
She yells and she hits me so violently
I get hard as Norwegian pine

Ging-ginga ginga-ging ging ging
Blondes? To me they’re minging
Ging-ginga ginga-ging ging ging
Brunettes they ain’t winning

Swing-swinga swinga-swing swing swing
Her left hook hurts like hell
Ging-ginga ginga-ging ging ging
She’s my red-headed girl

We were married and we took up swinging
Still she puts the meat in my baguette
I get that same feeling now as then
And it makes my pants slightly wet

Ging-ginga ginga-ging ging ging
Blondes? To me they’re minging
Ging-ginga ginga-ging ging ging
Brunettes they ain’t winning

Wring-wringa wringa-wring wring wring
She mops it with a towel
Ging-ginga ginga-ging ging ging

She’s my red-headed girl