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 sometimes he’d go out and he’d raise a little hell.
Mediocre Fred… Mediocre Fred

Fred went to work from 8 to 5,
And he punched a clock to show he was 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 grey,
And he didn’t think much and had little to say.
And when the full moon rose he’d limb over the moat,
Find some people sleeping and he’d BITE THEIR THROATS!
Mediocre Fred… Mediocre Dull Fred

Artist: The Smothers Brothers
Album: Sibling Rivalry: The Best of the Smothers Brothers
Release Date: 1998