When I was a boy of 10,
I had a very beeest friend.
Fred was kind, with good intent
But just a little different!
OOOOH!
Special Fred,
Momma dropped him on his head.
Now he's not so bright, instead--
He's a little bit special....
Just a little bit.
We played 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!
ooooh!
Special Fred,
Momma 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 in malls.
Fred ran head first into walls.
I had girls, and lots of clothes.
Fred had names for all his toes.
oooooh!
Special Fred,
Momma 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 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 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--kin' Einstein.
oooooh!...¿
Special Fred.. hit me,
Now i'm not right in the head.... you see.
No i'm not so bright _ intsead!
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!..........................
