Instrumental Fight

“Hey, Guitar, you’re such a prima donna, Always out the front of the stage, Thinking you’re the biggest in the band, With some drugged, delusional rage.” “What’s that Drums? I can’t hear what you say, Walk up here and tell me your woe. Just walk over here, like other instruments do, Anytime, during the show.” “Yeah, whatever, I’m too important to move, I’m better than a little fretted thing, I am the beat, the tempo, leading the entire band, And I own what the singer can sing.” “You two, cut it out, neither of you are the real big thing, You aren’t what the crowd wants to see, We all know they come to hear my blues, Hear me, the harmonica, play blues in key”.