Baby Guitar

Have you heard the word

Our friend is gonna be a star

She's gonna get the chauffeur

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

Well, rumor says our good friend

Has done some carrying 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

And they pulled her head apart

And neatly tucked away inside

Her eyelid was her heart

Then they looked at one another

Said we knew it

There you are

A nameless illegitimate Baby Guitar

Now her lovin' loyal friends

Took the offspring for there own

And according to it's birthright

They built it a thrown

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

Rememberin' well the mother

Of the Baby Guitar