What the Fred can I say?

This morning, I woke up

It was raining and everyone kept on complaining

But then I started singing, while poring my star trek cup

I slept like a burrito

So I couldn’t get stung by musquito  

My roommate yelled idem-ditto

And the someone streamed despacito

At noon we went to a food market

So my cooking skills were an easy target

Handsome girls seemed hard to get

So my grammar must’ve sounded really bad

I decided to visit a bar at 8 p.m.

So I had to stop for an ATM

I ended up in a trans-themed café

And I didn’t have the balls to go pee

My card refused and I thought *this is a scam

Luckily he accepted cash, when I asked him “Please madam?”

Who the Fred is fuck?

Said a quote on an ashtray

I’d couldn’t figure it out, so I just squeezed my rubber duck

And then I ended it by singing  

“What the Fred can I say?”

“What the Fred can I say?”

“What the Fred can I say?”

“What the Fred can I say?”