Chicken Wings

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 checkered flag

That losers despise

Never flew in our port

Or harbored 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