Well, I always knew
Youd take the crutches and not the skis
Always knew youd take the stilts and then your knees
When God gave you the sky, I knew youd take the trees
Son, youve grown those chicken wings, you just cant 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 couldve courted Einstein, couldve courted Marx
We couldve gone for strolls like other families do in parks
Son, you were born a dud in a family without sparks
Yes, youve got those chicken wings, you just cant fly
The chequered flag that losers despise
Never flew in our port or harbored in our eyes
Cause we always formed that queue for second prize
This familys got those chicken wings, we just cant fly
Our winning tickets ripped up into shreds
The tale of this family is its heads
Were bouncing on a pogo stick without any springs
It hurts me to admit this but weve got those chicken wings
Yes, youve got those chicken wings and all the luggage
That the failure brings is a swallow flying high that sings
Look hes got those chicken wings, he may as well die