Lyrics:

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, 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, losers despise

Never flew in our port
Or harboured in our eyes
'Cause we always formed that queue, that queue
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 its heads
We're bouncing on a pogo stick
Without any springs
It hurts me to admit this
But we've got those chicken wings

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
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