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