WRITTEN BY KEVIN BACON, MICHAEL BACON
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He was headlining the Lazy Lounge
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And the crowd was growing thin
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It was me and two drunk salesman
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And a waitress named Corine
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He wasn't much to look at
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Drum machine and a bad toupee
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But he brought out a beat-up Strat
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And blew us all away
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He was born to do it
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He was born to play
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Like there was nothing to it
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Like he did it every day
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Not some well-pierced pretty boy
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That you find on every block
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Not Born To Beauty
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Not Born To Beauty
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Born to rock
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Open mike in a village bar
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All the bands would play for free
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When the drummer took his solo
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I realized he was a she
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Now she was bigger than a houseboat
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She was lucky it was dark
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But you should've seen her hands float
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And she could bite you like a shark
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She was born to do it
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She was born to play
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Like there was nothing to it
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Yeah she did it every day
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Not some skinny pin-up
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She had time like a Swiss-made clock
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Not Born To Beauty
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Not Born To Beauty, yeah
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Their clothes are out of style
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And the road shows on their faces
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The hair that once lived on their heads
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Has moved to other places
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Maybe they got day jobs
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To support this rockin' jones
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But the rhythm fits them like a skin
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And the blues is in their bones
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Turn on your MTV
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And you won't find them there
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You can read that Rolling Stone cover to cover
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You won't find them anywhere
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But in basements and garages
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Hotel lounges, roadside bars
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Close your eyes and hear the tunes
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And you'll be seeing stars
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They were born to do it
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They were born to play
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Yeah there was nothing to it
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Yeah they did it every day
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Not too good to look at
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Less like Kirk and more like Spock
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Not Born To Beauty
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Not Born To Beauty
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Born to rock
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Not Born to Beauty
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| The Bacon Brothers |
