Текст песни: Half Man Half Biscuit - The Bastard Son Of Dean Friedman
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 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.
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.
Идет поиск видеоклипа в базе...
(при отсутствии ролика в базе, ничего не произойдет)
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 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.
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.
Код заказа | 999-999 | |
Нажмите после заполнения | ||
Пожалуйста, вводите корректный адрес электронной почты, так как на этот адрес будет отправлена дополнительная ссылка на загрузку выбранной Вами песни. Если был указан неправильный адрес электронной почты, вы можете его исправить. Для исправления адреса электронной почты отправьте электронно письмо в службу поддержки (support@musicgu.ru). В письме укажите полученный Вами код и корректный адрес электронной почты. Отправляя сообщение на один из предоставленных номеров Вы подтверждаете свое согласие с Правилами использования сайта и Пользовательским соглашением. |
Еще тексты песен: Half Man Half Biscuit
Arthur`s Farm
Dickie Davis Eyes
I Was A Teenage Armchair Hon Ved Fan
The Bastard Son Of Dean Friedman
The Best Things In Life
Trumpton Riots
Dickie Davis Eyes
I Was A Teenage Armchair Hon Ved Fan
The Bastard Son Of Dean Friedman
The Best Things In Life
Trumpton Riots