• When I was a boy of ten
    I had a very best friend
    Fred was kind with good intent
    But just a little different

    OH! Special Fred
    His momma dropped him on his head
    Now he's not so bright instead
    He's just 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 spelling bee's
    Fred liked talking to a tree!

    OH! Special Fred
    His momma dropped him on his head
    Now she keeps him the shed
    'Cause 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

    Oh! Special Fred
    His momma 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 talkin' 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 tooooo!

    Now I laugh as I count bugs
    I give strangers great big hugs
    Next to me Fred is fine
    Yeah, he's a Freaking Einstien