Well, I always knew   You'd take the crutches and not the skis      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 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