My Name Is Fred

My name is Fred.
My name is Fred.
Not to be confused with Wilma, Pebbles, or Dino. My name is Fred. It's always been.
Cause I'm the most prehistoric Cro-Magnon you ever seen. I dress in fur. Yes, orange fur from head to toes. Count my toes up. One, two, three, and four.
I start my car.
Go so far.
Go to pick up Barney Rubble, cause he's so bizarre.
Two-foot-six and weird as Hell. Got to get to work before that bird starts to yell.
My name is Fred, but call me William-Hanna-Joe-Barbera-Jackie-Gleason, that's long for Fred, so I've been told.
Told to me by that Mr. Slate, that yells at me. He's angry and mean and old. I work my crane.
Headache pain.
Get me an aspirin for the brain of my dinosaur's working strain. I love to bowl.
I love my wife.
She does just what I say because you know I run her life, we had our words. She will abide.
So she made me eat my dinner sittin' on the curb on the street outside. My name is Fred.
Dabba Doo, Yabba Dabba Dab, DOO!
Yabba Dabba Doo, Yabba Dabba.
My name is Fred.
Dabba Doo, Yabba Dabba Dab, WHOA!
Yabba Dabba Doo, Yabba Dabba.
My name is Fred.
My name is Fred.
Wilmaaaa.