The Chicken Song کے بول

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