Ginger’s Scissors Jam
(yeah) Ginger is always late We're waiting at the gate She drools when
she's asleep Her secrets she can't keep And she picks her nose
in public
Doesn't care about the subject
She lost her helmet on the bus ride home
Now she's wandering all alone
She can only use safety scissors Cutting paper,
chasing her figures No sharp edges,
keep it secure
She's so wild, she's so pure (ooh-ooh)
She cut a circle in her shoe
Nothing left for her to do
She's twenty minutes behind the clock
Stumbling all around our block (ahhh)
No sharp edges
On the ledges
She can only use safety scissors Cutting paper,
chasing her figures No sharp edges,
keep it secure
She's so wild, she's so pure (yeah)
She lost her helmet
Safety scissors (hummmm)