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Stephen Lynch - Special lyrics
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 |
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