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 Like there was nothing to it Not some well-pierced pretty boy That you find on every block
Open mike in a village bar All the bands would play for free When the drummer took his solo Now she was bigger than a houseboat She was lucky it was dark But you should've seen her hands float And she could bite you like a shark Like there was nothing to it Yeah she did it every day She had time like a Swiss-made clock
Their clothes are out of style And the road shows on their faces The hair that once lived on their heads Has moved to other places To support this rockin' jones But the rhythm fits them like a skin And the blues is in their bones
And you won't find them there You can read that Rolling Stone cover to cover You won't find them anywhere But in basements and garages Hotel lounges, roadside bars Close your eyes and hear the tunes And you'll be seeing stars Yeah there was nothing to it Yeah they did it every day Less like Kirk and more like Spock More from The Bacon Brothers