He once shot a man just for snorin'
Got out of bed and shot him dead
Well, his name was...
I didn't know what his name was
So we just called him Fred

He was ridin' cross a dessert
On a horse to another town
Looking for a woman in a night gown
The horse’s name was...
I didn't know what his name was
So we just called him Fred

Oh-oh, now Fred’s a-ridin' Fred’s a-ridin' Fred
Fred’s ridin' Fred
Fred’s ridin' Fred
Fred’s ridin' Fred

Well he got to the town
Meet a woman in a night gown
And she was wearing a frown 'til it ran
But her name was...
I didn’t know what her name was
So we just called her Fred

Oh-oh, now Fred’s a-ridin' Fred’s a-ridin' Fred
Fred’s ridin' Fred
Fred’s ridin' Fred
Fred’s ridin' Fred
That song’s called Fred
This song here was written under the influence of alcohol
Which has a tendency to make you think things are actually funnier than what they really are
Have you’d been drinking alcohol at the time of hearing a Fred song
You’d been laying on the floor right now saying "That Fred song’s whipping my ass! Turn it off!"