Special Fred Testo

When I was a boy of 10,

I had a very best friend.

Fred was kind, with good intent

But just a little different.


Special Ed,

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.

Ed liked talking to a tree.


Special Ed,

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.

Ed ran head first into walls.

I had girls, and lots of clothes.

Fred had names for all his toes.



Special Ed,

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 Ed,

He grabbed a brick and he swung at my head.

And as he laughed at me that's when I knew

That Special Ed just made me special too.



Now I laugh as I count bugs.

I give strangers great, big hugs.

Next to me, Ed is fine.

Yeah, he's a f--kin' Einstein.



Special Ed and me,

Now we're not right in the head you see.

Now we're not so bright intead

We're a little bit special.

Just a little bit special.

That bastard Ed made me special.

Just a little bit.

Just a little bit...special.



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