I saw you on the message boards in 1983 You were all about the dragon me to dungeon RPGs And then again in '70, in a discount disco store I was polishing the mirrors as you sauntered past the door There was the time in Britain, in 1662 Neither of us were royal and the ghosts weren't see-through I think the time in America, in the wild, Wild West The lassos were for parlor tricks and your hairstyle was impressive So what's your name? So what's your name? Oh, 3032, what a fancy, fancy year Asymmetry and symmetry wanted to have a beer You made your friends come talk to me and quiz me in a poll Like freelancers back in the aughts would nibble on payroll The library in 1951 was such a sight The beams of vaulted ceilings, courtesy of F. Lloyd Wright We both agreed that 'understudy' was better that 'disciple' Our pencils on big blueprints as the moon was being tidal So what's your name? So what's your name? At some point in the '90s, before cigarettes were banned The shag carpet of studios would touch our feet like sand You argued that the last thing that we needed was a verse That two was good but three would make attention spans go hearse Those songs would end up buried in a vault outside Palm Springs And never see the light of day, at polite requests of Flea And scanners for policemen, next to old dot matrices Would pile up to heaven as we shot another breeze So what's your name? So what's your name?