Good, good, good afternoon
April day, dusty wind and the sky is postcard blue
Old, old, old man on a seat
He's got a furrowed brow, he's annoyed somehow
When he hears the children speak
And when I look into your eyes
I see that you're lonely
Hey Mr. Ginger Hey Mr. Mean
Hey Mr. Ginger
The saddest man you've ever seen
Down, down, down, you put me down
You blew a fuse when I abused your silly book of rules
Round, round, round, the world is round
You gave me facts and boring tracts
Imagination bound
And when I look into your eyes
I see that you're lonely
Hey Mr. Ginger Hey Mr. Mean
Hey Mr. Ginger
The saddest man you've ever seen