Chicken Wings

Album cover art for "Chicken Wings" by The Beautiful South

The Beautiful South - Pop

Chicken Wings

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Duration: 4:28

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Lyrics

[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"

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Credits

Writers
  • Dave Rotheray
  • Paul Heaton