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Chicken Wings
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Chicken Wings was released on January 1, 2000 by UMC (Universal Music Catalogue) as a part of the album Painting It Red
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Release DateJanuary 1, 2000
LabelUMC (Universal Music Catalogue)
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM155

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Beautiful South
The Beautiful South
Performer
Steve Sidwell
Steve Sidwell
Trumpet
Christopher White
Christopher White
Saxophone
Martin Ditcham
Martin Ditcham
Percussion
Neil Sidwell
Neil Sidwell
Trombone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Paul Heaton
Paul Heaton
Composer
Dave Rotheray
Dave Rotheray
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jon Kelly
Jon Kelly
Producer
John Brough
John Brough
Mixing Engineer
Paul Heaton
Paul Heaton
Producer

Lyrics

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, 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, 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
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
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
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
Written by: Dave Rotheray, Paul Heaton
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