Ballad of Fred

I'm singing you the ballad

Of a guy whose name is Fred

When he was a child

He ate paint chips made of lead

All his life he acted

Like he was dropped upon his head

This song goes on and on

Glory glory Fred the i-diot

Glory glory Fred the i-diot

Glory glory Fred the i-diot

This song goes on and on

Fred the idiot perished

In conditions that were strange

He got badly burned

While he was cooking on his range

The doctor made a mistake

cause he thought that Fred had Mange

This song goes on and on

Glory glory Fred the i-diot

Glory glory Fred the i-diot

Glory glory Fred the i-diot

This song goes on and on

Fred took the medication

That he got from this man

To clear up Freddys mange

Well, that was the doctors' plan

But it made Fred go nuts

He hit the doc with a bed pan

This song goes on and on

Glory glory Fred the i-diot

Glory glory Fred the i-diot

Glory glory Fred the i-diot

This song goes on and on

The doctor called the cops over

To take poor Fred away

Over to the prison's

Where they'd put him for a day

But Freddy didn't want that

So he promptly ran away

This song goes on and on

Glory glory Fred the i-diot

Glory glory Fred the i-diot

Glory glory Fred the i-diot

This song goes on and on

The police they would find him

Every street they would comb

They said they would check from

Every tree to garden gnome

They found him under his bed

Deep within his home

This song goes on and on

Glory glory Fred the i-diot

Glory glory Fred the i-diot

Glory glory Fred the i-diot

This song goes on and on

Fred he went to trial

And he wasn't doing well

He tried the case himself

And he he shot it all to hell

He pled insanity

But that plea quickly fell

This song goes on and on

Glory glory Fred the i-diot

Glory glory Fred the i-diot

Glory glory Fred the i-diot

This song goes on and on

Freddy was convicted and then

Sentenced to death

And he had some words to say

With his dieing breath

He said, "Hey everybody

I think my name is Seth."

This song goes on and on

Glory glory Fred the i-diot

Glory glory Fred the i-diot

Glory glory Fred the i-diot

This song goes on and on

Now that Fred is Dead

This song is almost done

But I had to keep it going

One more verse just for fun

This ballad was so long

I bet you wish you had a gun

This song went on and on

Glory glory Fred the i-diot

Glory glory Fred the i-diot

Glory glory Fred the i-diot

This song goes on and on