Lyrics Freddie Freeloader - Emilie-Claire Barlow

There's this cat
His name is freddie
This cat's a bartender
Well known by anyone hip
And he can mix the kind of drinks
That you won't forget
One sip and you'll flip

And for chasers
Freddie's got some stuff for hip lips
Groovy stuff for your cup
Let the flow go
Get down and drink it up
I swear he made it up himself
And it'll hypnotize an elf

Them drinks that freddie mix
Ain't no ail that they won't fix
For each emotion
Freddie got a potion
He's known to have you toxified
Before you know you're even dry

Just mention his name
All the cats know freddie
He serves one
So freddie deserves one
Cause tendin' bar the way that freddie does
He tends to unnerve one

So all day
He juices all day, freddie
But all that bread
Don't reach the till
Though i 'ain't sayin' freddie stealin'
If you know him at all
Then it's a cinch that you know he will

Ever-ready freddie
With a paw so steady
I seen him sink one drink
Before the next half was ready
He's got a style that's all i know
Freddie's on time the juice is on tap
It's all his own

The one to meet is freddie
He'll make your drink, he's ready
Go see fred, you know where
He's your man, he'll be there
With shooters and bottles
He'd love to get you drunk
And you all know fred 'cause you need him
You sure would love to meet him
Straight flyin' he's steady
Freddie's got your substance
Free dues, free booze
That's freddie

He isn't good looking
Yet handsome
You want some credit?
He can spare some
'Cause serving drinks is what he does
Groovier than most men
He's readyin' them up in case you come in
'Cause freddie really loves that thing called be-bop
Let the cats drink every drop
While he digs on it nonstop

Cause cats have no doubt that he's fine
Your throat's dry
Knowing that that's the place
That freddie gets down and gets ya high
Without ever worryin' 'bout payment
Freddie has a handle on
All the things about this place
So you never have to even think about it
Just have him hold on to some drinks and
Your tab's all paid
Let the good times roll

And pour me anoher drink as a toast to old freddie
The cat that's hip and where it was
And where it's at
He used to be such a solid old fella of the church
He used to be so good boy
He had his religion
But now as the devil's moved in and had his way
You'll find that he can be tempted
With even the tiniest smidgen

So drink up all this style
Have a breakdown when he's around
And now my cat's you know that
He'll fix somethin' up for you
Soon as he gets back around the bar
It's such a brew
You need another one to help you see it through
I heard him say that
Speakin' of fred he's got the
Ugly kind of face
That only a mom could love
And i know
Freddie don't play that

The one to meet is freddie
He'll make your drink he's ready
Go see fred, you know where
He's my man he'll be there
With shooters, and bottles
He'd love to get you drunk
And you all know fred 'cause you need him
You sure would love to meet him
Straight flyin' he's steady
Freddie's got your substance

Free booze, free blues
That's freddie
Free booze, free dues
That's freddie
Free dues, free blues
That's fred