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