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 Yeah they did it every day Not too good to look at Less like Kirk and more like Spock Not Born To Beauty Not Born To Beauty Born to rock
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