歌曲名 Fred (Live at the Marquee Club, London)

歌手名 Tom Paxton

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 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

Well Fred got older

And he quit the shows

Makes you wonder where the glory goes

Now we lie in the noonday sun

And think of the stuff we've won

Fred gets sleepy when the sun gets hot

So we take a little snooze

Until the day is shot

And if I want to go in at night

I give him a little bite

I take it easy

'Cause he's old and fat

But I'm still 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

Chicka chicka chicka chicka chhhh

Chicka chicka chicka chicka chhhh