I was born...

…in a cross fire hurricane -stones
…a ramblin man -almen bros
…in a wagon in a travelin show -cher
…with a plastic spoon in my mouth -who
…one morning when the sun didn’t shine -?
…to be wild -steppenwolf
…to be alive -patrick hernadez

Any more?

…a poor black child - The Jerk

…to love you
…to lick your face
…to rub you
but you were born rub me first- Caddyshack

…on the other side of a town ripped in two -Hedwig

in Saginaw, Michigan - Lefty Frizzell

… in a trunk in Pocatello, Idaho - Judy Garland

…in 49,
a cold war kid in McCarthy time.
Stop 'em at the 38th parallel,
blast those yellow Reds to hell.

Billy Joel - Leningrad

on the bayou - CCR

-under a bad sign. Albert King.

-under a wandering star

  • in the USA - Springsteen

I’m amazed no-one else beat me to this…

But… (one of the best films ever made)

…son of Byford, brother of Al
bad as my momma and Run’s my pal
It’s McDaniels, not McDonald’s
These rhymes are Darryl’s, those burgers are Ronald’s

run dmc.

I was hatched. Or possibly deincubated.

“To begin my life with the beginning of my life, I record that I was born (as I have been informed and believe) on a Friday, at twelve o’clock at night. It was remarked that the clock began to strike, and I began to cry, simultaneously”

David Copperfield, by Charles Dickens

Okay … as long as we’re doing literary too …

… in the house my father built. - Richard Nixon

“If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you’ll probably want to know is where I was born and what my lousy childhood was like, and how my parents were occupied and all before they had me, and all that David Copperfield kind of crap, but I don’t feel like going into it.”

The Catcher in the Rye, by JD Salinger.

kinda relevant, i guess.

…an original sinner - eurhythmics

or of the take off of the Springsteen classic and a reasonably funny movie…

“…in East L.A.” - Cheech Marin

… a king of fools - Social Distortion

…in Chernoble.
…under a blue moon.
…in a Wal-Mart.
…from a corpse (from the Manga Berserk. Not my own demensia)
…with a gun in my hand.
…with my horn in my hand.
…with her brother’s penis in her hands (from The House of Yes. Again, not my demensia).
…a walking, talking disaster.
…on fire.
…ready.
…dead.

…in the wagon of a travellin’ show / My mama used to dance for the money they’d throw / Papa would do whatever he could - Cher, “Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves”