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Fred

アーティスト:Tom Paxton 

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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


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