Stephen Lynch Follow

When I was a boy of 10, I had a very best friend

Fred was kind, with good intent

But just a little different

Oh, special Fred

Mama dropped him on his head

Now he's not so bright intead

He's a little bit special

Just a little bit

We'd play tag, and he'd get hurt

I'd play soldier, he'd eat dirt

I liked math, and the spelling bee

Fred liked talking to a tree

Oh, special Fred

Mama dropped him on his head

Now she keeps him in the shed

Cause he's a little bit special

Just a little bit

I ran track, hung out in malls

Fred ran headfirst into walls

I had girls, and lots of clothes

Fred had names for all his toes

Oh, special Fred

Mama dropped him on his head

Now he thinks he's a piece of bread

Cause he's a little bit special

Just a little bit

One day while talking to special Fred

He grabbed a brick and he swung at my head

And as he laughed at me thats when I knew

That special Fred just made me special too

Now I laugh as I count bugs

I give strangers great big hugs

Next to me Fred is fine

Yeah he's a f---ing Einstein

Oh, Special Fred (and me)

Now we're not right in the head (you see)

Now we're not so bright instead

We're a little bit special

Just a little bit special

That bastard Fred made me special

Just a little bit

Just a little bit ... special