Special Lyrics by Stephen Lynch

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

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