Stephen Lynch - Special Lyrics
When I was a boy of 10, I had a very best friendFred was kind, with good intentBut just a little differentOh, special FredMama dropped him on his headNow he's not so bright inteadHe's a little bit specialJust a little bitWe'd play tag, and he'd get hurtI'd play soldier, he'd eat dirtI liked math, and the spelling beeFred liked talking to a treeOh, special FredMama dropped him on his headNow she keeps him in the shedCause he's a little bit specialJust a little bitI ran track, hung out in mallsFred ran headfirst into wallsI had girls, and lots of clothesFred had names for all his toesOh, special FredMama dropped him on his headNow he thinks he's a piece of breadCause he's a little bit specialJust a little bitOne day while talking to special FredHe grabbed a brick and he swung at my headAnd as he laughed at me thats when I knewThat special Fred just made me special tooNow I laugh as I count bugsI give strangers great big hugsNext to me Fred is fineYeah he's a f---ing EinsteinOh, Special Fred (and me)Now we're not right in the head (you see)Now we're not so bright insteadWe're a little bit specialJust a little bit specialThat bastard Fred made me specialJust a little bitJust a little bit ... special
