Fred the Knucklehead

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4:10

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Fred the Knucklehead My Dawg, My dawg woke up this morning, he found me dead, I was dead, as dead can be He's my dawg … and I call him Fred My Dawg I call him Fred the Knucklehead My Dawg I call him Fred the Knucklehead I drank too much the night before, I really don't know how I made … it, to my door And I wonder if my ex, … you know the one that gave me … grief … You know the one that always said, When I was gone she would take Fred … the Knucklehead. I hope she feeds him better than she fed me I hope she strokes him buys him a collar and a lead Coz you know he'll get away he never comes back when you say Coz he thinks it's all a game he just likes to run and play With the lady dogs a lamppost and your leg, My Dawg I call him Fred the Knucklehead My Dawg I call him Fred the Knucklehead I hope she treats him better than she treated me I hope she doesn't let him out and let him run free Coz he'll run into the road, he don't know the highway code, Yes, he'll run into the road cause a pile up on his own, And a traffic jam from Nashville to New York My Dawg I call him Fred the Knucklehead My Dawg I call him Fred the Knucklehead