The Chicken Song

I used to know you becky kay we ran around town just yesterday
Summers of gold and stories told are now part of our past
I told myself I'd never let you go but you left me there not a tale told
My dream, my life, my juvenile love, I should have known it wouldn't last

I saw you strolling down the avenue, I just could not stand to look at you
Wonder what dreams may have come, if you'd chosen a different path
How many Johns is it gonna take, how many bones do you have to break
Before you see the light, maybe realize, what a sad case you've become?

Why did it have to be her?
Why couldn't she have listened
To my calls for grandeur?
She was a girl I loved