Fred - Tom Paxton

I have a dog, and his name is Fred

Poor old feller, he’d be better off dead

Than to live his life with me;

Me being one old flea

Fred used to scratch his back and side

Poor old feller, I would run and hide

I’d drink me a big old beer

And wait till the coast was clear

I know I sound like a mean old rat

But I’m just a flea, you know I can’t help that

We’re a perfect team, a pretty good match;

I provide the itch and he replies with the scratch

Scratch, Fred, roll on the ground

Scratch, Fred, it makes a musical sound:

Chicka chicka chicka chicka chhhh!

Chicka chicka chicka chicka chhhh!

Fred won shows, he was a big success

So I was living at the best address

Life was a pleasure for me;

He made me a high-class flea

Fred won ribbons and loving cups-

He outclassed all of them other pups

But as soon as we were back in the yard

I’d nip that rascal hard

I know I sound like a mean old rat

But I’m just a flea, you know I can’t help that

We’re a perfect team, a pretty good match;

I provide the itch and he replies with the scratch

Scratch, Fred, roll on the ground

Scratch, Fred, it makes a musical sound:

Chicka chicka chicka chicka chhhh!

Chicka chicka chicka chicka chhhh!

Well, Fred got older and he quit the shows-

Makes you wonder where the glory goes

Now we lie in the noonday sun

And think of the stuff we’ve won

Fred gets sleepy when the sun gets hot

So we take a little snooze until the day is shot

And if I want to go in at night

I give him a little bite

I take it easy, 'cause he’s old and fat

But I’m still a flea, you know I can’t help that

We’re a perfect team, a pretty good match;

I provide the itch and he replies with the scratch

Scratch, Fred, roll on the ground

Scratch, Fred, it makes a musical sound:

Chicka chicka chicka chicka chhhh!

Chicka chicka chicka chicka chhhh!

Chicka chicka chicka chicka chhhh!

Chicka chicka chicka chicka chhh