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 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
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