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 guitarNow 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 guitarOh, 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 guitarNow 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