We Are the Freds Right Said Fred

Wrote a little song and the weekend
Fell into the charts and the deep end
Went out on the piss, lots of girls to kiss
Meet some other stars, signed some autographs

We wrote another song at the weekend
Went into the charts at the wrong end
No-one called to say, is everything OK
Took it in my stride, 'cause then I realized

We are the Freds, we are, we are, we are
We are the Freds, we are, we are
Would you take us home
To meet your ma’ and pa’
We are the Freds, we are, we are, we are

We are the Freds, we are, we are, we are
We are the Freds, we are, we are
Would you take us home
To meet your ma’ and pa’
We are the Freds, we are, we are, we are

Did a photo shoot in the sunshine
Been around the world like ten times
Lovers on the phone, too much time alone
Too much pay per view, really missing you