Nothin’ But A Chicken Bone (song)

Ever since we were alone
In that parking lot
I knew something was up
By the signal you made
And the squealing tires
Is someone spying on you
Did he just get fired
I’ve got nothin’ but a chicken
Bone to pick with you
When we had our first picnic
It’s like you were playing a trick
With what I was trying to say
Well that’s ok
I’ve got nothin’ but a chicken bone
To pick with you