Tytuł: The Bastard Son Of Dean Friedman

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Thanks to adam.west@franklin.ac.uk for correcting these lyrics.
  
  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 billed 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 lovely 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.
  
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  And you can thank your lucky stars that you're not
  The bastard son of Dean Friedman,
  The bastard son of Dean Friedman.