The Bastard Son Of Dean Friedman

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Well I heard a lovely rumour that Bette Midler had a tumour 
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So gleefully I went to tell my friends 
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But they said it was a lie and she wasn't going to die 
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And by the way have we got news for you! 
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And they told me that the man I had always known as dad 
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Hadn't met my mum when I was born 
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And they reckon that I am but I hope to god I'm not 
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The bastard son of Dean Friedman 
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The bastard son of Dean Friedman. 
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And my school work fell behind with this bombshell on my mind 
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But the art teacher said he understood 
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But he could only sympathise with the sadness in my eyes 
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Even though he showed me his Magritte. 
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And in the corridors of fear I would shed a lonely tear 
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As ridicule flew at me from both sides 
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And they mocked me in my Mocks and embroidered in my socks 
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The bastard son of Dean Friedman 
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The bastard son of Dean Friedman. 
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Supercallifragilistic Borussia Moenchen Gladbach 
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And you can thank your lucky stars that you're 
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Not the bastard son of Dean Friedman 
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The bastard son of Dean Friedman