Safka 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