Even if Fred was a little special...
When I was a boy of 10, I had a very best friend, Fred was kind with good intent, but just a little different, OOO 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 soldier, he'd eat dirt..
I liked math and spelling bees, Fred liked talking to a tree, OOO 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 head first into walls, I had girls and lots of clothes, fred had names for all his TOES...OOO special fred, mama dropped him on his head, now he thinks he's a piece of bread, cause hes a little bit special, just a little bit...one day 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, that special fred just made me special toooo! oh oh ohhhh, now I laugh as I count bugs, I give strangers great big hugs, next to me, fred is fine, yea he's a fucking einstein, ooo special fred (and me) now we're not right in the head (ya see) now we're not so bright instead we're a little special, just a little bit special, that bastard fred made me special, just a little bit special