[Verse 1]
Well, I always knew you'd take the crutches
And not the skis
I 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

[Pre-Chorus 1]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
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

[Pre-Chorus 2]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Outro]
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"