When I was,
A boy of ten
I had a very best friend

Fred was kind
with good intent
but just a little different

Oooh, special Fred
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 a soldier
he'd eat dirt

I liked math,
and spelling bees
Fred liked talking to a tree

Ooh 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 at malls
Fred ran head first into walls

I had girls
and lots of clothes
Fred had names for all his toes

Ooh 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, when talking to special Fred,
he grabbed a brick and he swung at my head
and he laughed at me
that's when I knew
special Fred just made
me special toooo!

Now I laugh as I count bugs
I give strangers great big hugs
next to me, Fred is fine
yeah, he's a fuckin Einstein
ooh, special Fred,
now we're not right in the head
now we're not so bright instead
we're a little bit special
that fucker Fred made me special
just a little bit.

~ Stephen Lynch