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 

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