Have you heard the word    Our friend is gonna be a star    She's gonna get the chauffer    And she's gonna get the car    And she's gonna get the love    Of the people at the bar    And she's gonna give birth    To a baby guitar       Now rumor says our good friend    Has done some carryin' on    And rumor says in public    She makes love to all her songs    In front of the frustration    Of the people at the bar    She's got the nerve to mess around    With her guitar       Oh, it was sad    To see the breakdown    Of the princess' fallin' star    One day when she was doin'    All the people at the bar    She did a little don't, yeah   And the pulled her head apart    And neatly tuck'd away inside    Her eyelid was her heart    Then they look'd at one another    And said we knew it    There you are, oh   A nameless illegitimate baby guitar       Now a loving loyal friend    Took the off-spring as his own    And accordin' to it's birthright    He built it a throne    And now just like his mommy    He does the people at the bar    And they look at one another    And say he's gonna be a star    Rememb'rin' well the mother    Of the baby guitar