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!..........................