In his youth
His future shined so bright
There was no end in sight
To what he could achieve

His parents supported him
Every opportunity
That one person could need
To find and define his success

Too bad too bad he had rock and roll dreams
Too bad he had schizophrenia in his genes
Too bad too bad what a shame they'll say of him
Too bad for poor little Dicky Stuss
Now he roams the streets
In his cowboy boots
He's a stranger to
These modern times of ours

He doesn't understand
Just why what's happened
But there's another feeling
Still throbbing in his bones

Too bad too bad he had those rock and roll dreams
Too bad he had schizophrenia in his genes
Too bad too bad what a shame they'll say of him
Too bad for poor little Dicky Stuss
Too bad for poor little Dicky Stuss