Stephen Lynch
Stephen Lynch
Stephen Lynch
Stephen Lynch
Stephen Lynch
Stephen Lynch
Stephen Lynch
Stephen Lynch
Stephen Lynch
Stephen Lynch
Stephen Lynch
Stephen Lynch
Stephen Lynch
Stephen Lynch
Stephen Lynch
Stephen Lynch
Stephen Lynch
Stephen Lynch
Stephen Lynch
Stephen Lynch
Stephen Lynch
Stephen Lynch
When I was a boy of 10, I had a very best friend
Ed was kind, with good intent
But just a little different
Oh, special Ed
Mama dropped him on his head
Now he's not so bright instead
He's a little bit special
Just a little bit
We'd play tag, and he'd get hurt
I'd play soldier, he'd eat dirt
I liked math, and the spelling bee
Ed liked talking to a tree
Oh, special Ed
Mama dropped him on his head
Now she keeps him in the shed
Cause he's a little bit special
Just a little bit
I ran track, hung out in malls
Ed ran headfirst into walls
I had girls, and lots of clothes
Ed had names for all his toes
Oh, special Ed
Mama dropped him on his head
Now he thinks he's a piece of bread
Cause he's a little bit special
Just a little bit
One day while talking to special Ed
He grabbed a brick and he swung at my head
And as he laughed at me thats when I knew
That special Ed just made me special too
Now I laugh as I count bugs
I give strangers great big hugs
Next to me Ed is fine
Yeah he's a f---ing Einstein
Oh, Special Ed (and me)
Now we're not right in the head (you see)
Now we're not so bright instead
We're a little bit special
Just a little bit special
That fucker Ed made me special
Just a little bit
Just a little bit ... special