The Bastard Son Of Dean Friedman Lyrics - Singles - Half Man Half Biscuit

Well I heard a lovely rumor, 

That Bette Midler had a tumor, 

So gleefully I went to tell my friends. 

But they said it was a lie, 

That she wasn't going to die, 

"And by the way, have we got news for you!" 

And they told me that the man 

That I had always known as "Dad", 

Hadn't met my "Mum" when I was born. 

And they reckon that I am, 

But I hope to God I'm not, 

The bastard son of Dean Friedman, 

The bastard son of Dean Friedman. 

And my school-work fell behind 

With this bombshell on my mind. 

Me art teacher said he understood. 

But he could only sympathise 

With the sadness in my eyes, 

Even though he'd shown my his Magerite! 

And in the "Corridors of Fear" 

I would shed a lonely tear, 

As ridicule flew at me from both sides. 

And they mocked me in my mocks, 

And embroidered in my socks, 

The bastard son of Dean Friedman, 

The bastard son of Dean Friedman. 

Supercalifragilistic Borussia Moenchen Gladbach 

And you can thank your lucky stars that you're not 

The bastard son of Dean Friedman, 

The bastard son of Dean Friedman.