Blame It On Ginger
by (Jon Eric performing as) Hunky

In the seventh grade I made myself a lot of strife
My social status often balanced on a knife
I met a pretty girl, turned her into my world
Pretty soon I was convinced that she was gonna be my wife

The problem was that there was no reciprocation
She might've if I could've held a conversation
But I was busy muttering and I was busy stuttering
When in my heart I knew that I should have been busy buttering her up

Ginger had a right to picky
But she didn't have a reason to pick me
A smart boy, yes I should have known better
Then to think he ever had a legitimate chance to get her

The way I acted must have looked like stalking to her
I started writing songs in lieu of talking to her
So you can take this with a grain of salt
But in a way my whole career is her fault

[chorus]
You can blame it on Ginger
You can blame it, you can blame it you can blame it on whomever you want
But it's Ginger
She's the reason, she's the reason she's the reason I'm in front
You can blame it on Ginger
You can blame it, you can blame it you can blame it on whomever you like
But it's Ginger
She's the reason, she's the reason she's the reason I'm in front of the mic

I'll be straight with you—I'm gonna be honest
I got a big ego—but I didn't always
I used to stare at my feet when I walked
I used to stu-stu-stutter when I talk

So you can understand why the crux of my plan
Was to stare at her until she came and took my hand
It was such a rush, it felt so visceral
The perfect combination of smitten and miserable

We're calling her Ginger but that wasn't her name
This rap is like Dragnet; the names have been changed
To protect the innocent, to protect the full of charm
To protect the beautiful, who never meant any harm

Except not loving me, and I'm not mad about that
Because I know you can't give love just because someone loves you back
That's a lesson I learned, Ginger never knew she taught
So there's another thing that's her fault

[chorus]

The moment in my life that I most wished I could be dead
Was in the pool when I threw the foam float at Jason's head
I watched it hook with a feeling of dread
And ran away when the block struck you instead

Oh Ginger—I hope you never find out
How bad I had it for you, how you blew my mind out
Yes Ginger—I hope you never learn
Just how bright my fire burned
And Ginger—I hope you never understand
The part you played in making this boy into a man
Ginger—I hope you die ignorant
Of the way you made me into a winner

You're so humble, through and through
That you might even hear this song and not even know that it's you
It's you
It's you

[chorus x2]