And not the skis A always knew you d take the stilts And then your knees When God gave you the sky I knew you d take the trees Son you ve got those chicken wings You just can t fly They anchored our dream yacht to ocean bed Chained our ideal home to bicycle shed Clamped our racing car before we sat in drivers seat Tied our shooting stars and wrapped them round a tree We could ve courted Einstein Could ve courted Max We could ve gone for strolls Like other families do in parks Son you were born a dud In a family without sparks Yes you ve got those chicken wings You just can t fly The chequered flag That never losers despise Never flew in our port Or harboured in our eyes Cause we always formed that queue For second prize This family s got those chicken wings We just can t fly Our winning tickets ripped up into shreds The tale of this familyis its heads We re bouncing on a pogo stick Without any sprigs It hurts me to admit this But we ve got those chicken wings Yes you ve got those chicken wings And all the luggage that the failure brings Is a swallow flying high that sings Look he s got those chicken wings He may as well die

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