Fred

He once shot a man just for snorin'
Got out of bed and shot him dead
Well his name was…. I didn't know what his name was
So we just called him Fred

He was ridin' across the desert on a horse to another town
Lookin' for a woman in a nightgown
The horse's name was…. I didn't know what his name was
So we just called him Fred

Ah-oh, now Fred's a-ridin' Fred's a-ridin' Fred
Fred's ridin' Fred
Fred's ridin' Fred
Fred's ridin' Fred

Well, he got to the town, met a woman in a nightgown
And she was wearin' a frown (Hell it rhymed)
Well, her name was…. I didn't know what her name was
So we just called her Fred

Oh-oh, now Fred's a-ridin', Fred's a-ridin' Fred
Fred's ridin' Fred
Fred's ridin' Fred
Fred's ridin' Fred

That song's called Fred
This song here was written under the influence of alcohol
Which has a tendency to make you think things are actually funnier than what they really are
Now you've been drinkin' alcohol at the time of hearin’ a Fred song
You'd be layin' on the floor right now sayin' "That Fred song's whippin' my ass, turn it off!"