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