WRITTEN BY KEVIN BACON, MICHAEL BACON



He was headlining the Lazy Lounge

And the crowd was growing thin

It was me and two drunk salesman

And a waitress named Corine

He wasn't much to look at

Drum machine and a bad toupee

But he brought out a beat-up Strat

And blew us all away

He was born to do it

He was born to play

Like there was nothing to it

Like he did it every day

Not some well-pierced pretty boy

That you find on every block

Not Born To Beauty

Not Born To Beauty

Born to rock



Open mike in a village bar

All the bands would play for free

When the drummer took his solo

I realized he was a she

Now she was bigger than a houseboat

She was lucky it was dark

But you should've seen her hands float

And she could bite you like a shark

She was born to do it

She was born to play

Like there was nothing to it

Yeah she did it every day

Not some skinny pin-up

She had time like a Swiss-made clock

Not Born To Beauty

Not Born To Beauty, yeah



Their clothes are out of style

And the road shows on their faces

The hair that once lived on their heads

Has moved to other places

Maybe they got day jobs

To support this rockin' jones

But the rhythm fits them like a skin

And the blues is in their bones



Turn on your MTV

And you won't find them there

You can read that Rolling Stone cover to cover

You won't find them anywhere

But in basements and garages

Hotel lounges, roadside bars

Close your eyes and hear the tunes

And you'll be seeing stars

They were born to do it

They were born to play

Yeah there was nothing to it

Ye