Don't blame her, Fred.
Don't blame Irene.
It really isn't her fault.
Goodnight, Irene.
How can you expect a love to live
when you have so little to give?
The trouble with you, Fred.
Your problem, that is.
Let's face it, Fred, you hate Fred
Admit it before it's too late,
Fred,
you basically hate yourself
How can you love another Fred
when you dislike yourself?
Psychologically, Fred,
can't you see it's true?
The wife that you've been beating,
symbolically is you
The trouble with you, Fred,
your problem that is
You're hiding, you fear, Fred.
Come out from behind that veneer,
Fred.
We know you're afraid of
yourself.
Remember, the world's a stage
and each must play his role.
Never worry, Fred, what anybody thinks.
For some of us are heroes
and others, Fred, are finks.
The others are finks.
Fred, I was discussing some
of your difficulties
with a friend of mine.
His wife is an analyst.
He feels your symptoms are subclinical,
and he suggests that you get hold
of yourself.
Try smiling.
The trouble with you, Fred,
your problem that is.
Admit it, Fred, you're sick,
Fred.
It's gonna be hard to lick,
Fred.
You're honestly sick of yourself.
Rejoice that you're not average, Fred.
Begin to love yourself.
Even though that may be
difficult to do.
Remember someone, somewhere,
Fred is rottener than you.
Yes, remember someone, somewhere,
Fred is rottener than you.