Write me a classic rock song about getting chicken

[Intro – crunchy guitar riff, foot-stomping drum beat] (Instrumental Solo) [Verse 1 – steady rhythm guitar, snare backbeat] Hodge barks the landing spot, we dive into the fray Ten straight wins on the line, we’re chasing that today Border Patrol locks on, takes foes out one by one Arrow bolts off alone, where he don’t belong [Chorus – soaring guitar lead, gang vocal harmonies] We’re hunting for the chicken, ten in a row we crave Swamp Donkey’s our level four, he’s digging his own grave Foreskin grip we search for, to keep our aim on track Pub G nights with the crew, we ain’t turning back [Verse 2 – bluesy guitar licks, bass line groove] Hodge yells he’s got a mini, Swamp Donkey pipes right in “But what about your gun, man? You gonna fight with a pen?” We hit the dirt when we hear that va-jicle roll near Bush is our best friend, we’re buried up to the ear [Chorus – amplified guitar, pounding drums, layered vocals] We’re hunting for the chicken, ten in a row we crave Swamp Donkey’s our level four, he’s digging his own grave Foreskin grip we search for, to keep our aim on track Pub G nights with the crew, we ain’t turning back [Interlude – wailing harmonica solo, distorted guitar backing] (Instrumental Solo) [Verse 3 – slow, grinding guitar, tense drum shuffle] Hodge prone star-ing through stubble, scanning every tree Arrow’s off in the distance, picking fights he can’t see Swamp Donkey fumbles his loot, drops his ammo on the ground Border Patrol covers him, turns the tide around [Chorus – full band blast, maximum energy] We’re hunting for the chicken, ten in a row we crave Swamp Donkey’s our level four, he’s digging his own grave Foreskin grip we search for, to keep our aim on track Pub G nights with the crew, we ain’t turning back [Bridge – stripped-back acoustic guitar, soft vocals] Long game dinner hits right, gets the blood flowing true Through every vein and muscle, every thing we do We stick together thick and thin, through every win and loss This crew’s my family, no matter the cost [Chorus – extended guitar solo, gang vocals at full volume] We’re hunting for the chicken, ten in a row we crave Swamp Donkey’s our level four, he’s digging his own grave Foreskin grip we search for, to keep our aim on track Pub G nights with the crew, we ain’t turning back [Outro – fading guitar riff, final drum crash] Ten wins in the bag, we raise our glasses high Chicken dinners taste better, when you’re with the guys