There once was a man who was none too good. And then I'd say, he was none too bad. At times he was mighty good for a spell And at times he'd go out and he'd raise a little hell Mediocre Fred Mediocre Fred Fred went to work from eight to five And he punched a clock to show he's alive Went to church every Sunday morn Sometimes he wondered why he was born Mediocre Fred Mediocre, dull Fred Fred went to the movies every Saturday night. Liked to watch TV and the western fights And he paid his taxes most every year And on a hot summer day, why he drank a little beer! Exciting Mediocre Fred! Mediocre Fred Well the days went by all dull and gray And he didn't think much and had little to say And when the full moon rose, he'd climb over the moat Find some people sleeping, and he'd bite their throats! Mediocre Fred Mediocre, dull Fred