Ginge

Oh, Craig, the ginger, with hair so bright, Is packing his bags for an Egyptian flight. He's ditching his clothes for a Flintstone flair, With leopard-print loincloth and unruly hair. (Chorus) He's off to the pyramids, sand and the heat, In a Flintstone costume, oh what a feat! But with skin so pale and the sun so high, He'll be lobster red, no matter how he tries. (Verse 2) He'll ride on a camel, all "Yabba Dabba Doo," And barter for trinkets, it's what Flintstones do. He'll sip on a cocktail, all cool and suave, Ignoring the sunburn that's starting to crave. (Chorus) He's off to the pyramids, sand and the heat, In a Flintstone costume, oh what a feat! But with skin so pale and the sun so high, He'll be lobster red, no matter how he tries. (Bridge) The Egyptians will stare, the tourists will laugh, At this ginger Flintstone taking a sunbath. But Craig won't care, he's living his dream, In a prehistoric world, so it would seem. (Chorus) He's off to the pyramids, sand and the heat, In a Flintstone costume, oh what a feat! But with skin so pale and the sun so high, He'll be lobster red, no matter how he tries. (Outro) So here's to you, Craig, you ginger delight, May your sunburn fade by the pale moonlight. Just remember next time, sunscreen's a must, Or you'll end up looking like a burnt piece of toast!