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