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