Fred
Tom Paxton Lyrics


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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 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 chhh

Overall Meaning

The song "Fred" by Tom Paxton is a funny and ironic piece about a flea's life with his dog host, Fred. In the first stanza, the flea expresses his lack of worth and how Fred deserves better than living with a flea like him. However, the rest of the song highlights how the two are a perfect team, with the flea providing the itch and Fred providing the scratch. The second stanza talks about how Fred won shows and made them the best duo in their community. However, behind the scenes, the flea bites Fred to keep him in line, showing their strange balance of power.


The third stanza shows how Fred retired from the shows and how they now relax in the sun, reminiscing about their past achievements. The flea is now more careful with his bites, respecting Fred's old age. The chorus repeats throughout the song, emphasizing the musical sound of Fred scratching his back.


Overall, the lyrics of "Fred" are a lighthearted story of a flea's life with his dog friend, highlighting their strange, but necessary partnership.


Line by Line Meaning

I have a dog, and his name is Fred.
I own a dog whose 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, my dog would be better off if he was not with me as I am a flea and not a good owner.


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.
Fred used to scratch his back and side; I, as a flea, would hide while he did so. I would drink while I waited until he resumed scratching.


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.
Although I may seem like a mean old rat, I am just a flea, and it's natural for me. Fred and I make a perfect team as I give him the itch and he replies by scratching.


Scratch, Fred, roll on the ground, Scratch, Fred, it makes a musical sound: Chicka chicka chicka chicka chhhh! Chicka chicka chicka chicka chhhh!
I nudge Fred to scratch himself, and as he does, it sounds like music- 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 competitions, and as a result, we lived in a luxurious place, and life was fancy for me as a 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.
Fred won prizes and awards and outclassed other dogs, but as soon as we returned home, I would bite him.


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.
Since Fred is older and heavier now, I take it easy on him as I understand that I am still a flea. Nonetheless, we are still a good team since I cause the itch, and he responds 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 chhh
I still urge Fred to scratch himself, and it still sounds like music- chicka chicka chicka chicka chhhh!




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Mothy Smill

This was a staple song at home when I was a kid. Thanks for helping save it from obscurity.

eisemanrenyardjake

This song kicks ass and not enough of people (at least, not those I know) have ever heard of it

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