Mediocre Fred

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There once was a man who was none too good
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And then I’d say he’s none too bad
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At times he was mighty good for a spell
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And at times he’d go out and raise a little hell
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Mediocre Fred, mediocre Fred.


[Verse 2]
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Fred went to work from eight to five
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And he punched a clock to show he’s alive
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Went to church every Sunday morn
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Sometimes he wondered why he was born
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Mediocre Fred, mediocre, dull Fred.


[Verse 3]
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Fred went to the movies every Saturday night
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Liked to watch TV and the western fight
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Paid his taxes most every year
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And on a hot summer day, why he drank a little beer
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Exciting mediocre Fred, mediocre Fred.


[Verse 4]
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Well the days went by all dull and gray
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And he didn’t think much and had little to say
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And when the full moon rose he’d climb over the moat
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Find some people sleeping and he’d bite their throats
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Mediocre Fred, mediocre, dull Fred.