Mediocre Fred Songtext
von The Smothers Brothers

There once was a man who was none too good.
And then I′d say, he was none too bad.
At times he was mighty good for a spell
And at times he'd go out and he′d raise a little hell
Mediocre Fred
Mediocre Fred
Fred went to work from eight to five
And he punched a clock to show he's alive
Went to church every Sunday morn
Sometimes he wondered why he was born
Mediocre Fred
Mediocre, dull Fred


Fred went to the movies every Saturday night.
Liked to watch TV and the western fights
And he paid his taxes most every year
And on a hot summer day, why he drank a little beer!
Exciting Mediocre Fred!
Mediocre Fred
Well the days went by all dull and gray
And he didn't think much and had little to say
And when the full moon rose, he′d climb over the moat
Find some people sleeping, and he′d bite their throats!
Mediocre Fred
Mediocre, dull Fred