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Stephen Lynch- Special Fred

When I was,
A boy of ten
I had a very best friend

Fred was kind
with good intent
but just a little different

Oooh, Special Fred
mama dropped him on his head
now he's not so bright instead
he's a little bit special
just a little bit

We'd play tag
and he'd get hurt
I'd play a soldier
he'd eat dirt

I liked math,
and spelling bees
fred liked talking to a tree

ooh special Fred
Mama dropped him on his head
now she keeps him in the shed
cuz he's a little bit special
just a little bit

I ran track,
hung out at malls
fred ran headfirst
into walls

I had girls
and lots of clothes
fred had names
for all his toes

ooh special fred
mama dropped him on his head
now he thinks
he's a piece of bread
cuz he's a little bit special
just a little bit

one day, when talking to special fred,
he grabbed a brick and he swung at my head
and as he laughed at me
that's when I knew
special fred just made
me special toooo!

Now I laugh as I count bugs
I give strangers great big hugs
next to me, fred is fine
yeah, he's a ******** Einstein
ooh special fred,
now we're not right in the head
now we're not so bright instead
we're a little bit special
just a little bit special
that ******** fred made me special
just a little bit