Well I always knew you'd take the crutches and not the skis I always knew you'd take the stills 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 They anchored our dream yacht to ocean bed Chained our item home to bicycle shed Clamped our racing car before we sat in driver's seat Tied our shooting stars Unwrapped them round a tree We could've caught at Einstein Could've caught at Marks We could've gone for strolls like other families doing parks Son you were born a duck in a family without sparks Yes you've got those chicken wings you just can't fly The checkered flag that losers, losers despise Never flew in our park or harboured in our eyes Cos we always found that queue, that queue, 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 tail 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 We could've caught at Einstein Could've caught at Marks We could've gone for strolls like other families doing parks Son you were born a duck in a family without sparks Yes you've got those chicken wings And all the luggage that the filly brings Is a swallow flying high that sings Look he's got those chicken wings He may as well die