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
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
oh special fred
momma 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
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 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
no-oh
now i laugh as i count bugs
i give strangers great big hugs
next to me fred is fine
yeah he’s a fucking einstein
on 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