And not the skis
1 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 grown 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 driver's seat
Tied our shooting stars and wrapped them round a tree
We could've courted Einstein
Could've courted Marx
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 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 family, is it's heads
We're bouncing on a pogo stick
Without any springs
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
Well I always knew you'd take the crutches And not the skis 1 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 grown 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 driver's seat Tied our shooting stars and wrapped them round a tree We could've courted Einstein Could've courted Marx 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 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 family, is it's heads We're bouncing on a pogo stick Without any springs 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 Explain Request ×
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