I had a disagreement the other day with my pal Floyd who passed my way He brought his new sculpture for me to see Floyd's a fine artist, on that we agree "Wow" said I, "It's an Iron Butterfly" "He'll soar with The Eagles right up to the sky" Said Floyd "In the wings I set colored glass" "That Deep Purple shade really lends some class" "That glass is Pink, Floyd" I responded to him "Your grasp of color must be growing dim" "You're Bad Company son" said Floyd to me "By the way, can my dog use your yard to pee?" "Go ahead" said I, with a bit of a 'sheesh' As he Led Zeppelin, his dog, by the leash He told me he's taking his art on a tour through Kansas, Boston and Chicago for sure Then Floyd headed down to Emerson Lake & Palmer his friend was there grilling steak As for me, I'm leaving this Traffic and noise I'll be spending the day down at The Beach, Boys But wouldn't you know it, I broke me some bones when I slipped and fell on some Rolling Stones So Guess Who's sitting at home in a cast and I'm hoping these Dire Straits go fast But my Twisted Sister who just stopped by brought some Cream filled eclairs and apple pie Which brightens my Journey and makes me smile and eases The Kinks in my back for a while