Write me a classic rock song about getting chicken

[Intro – crunchy distorted guitar riff, foot-stomping drum beat] (Instrumental Solo) [Verse 1 – gritty rhythm guitar, rolling bassline] Hodge barks the landing spot, we dive into the fray Border Patrol’s locked and loaded, taking foes down every way Arrow bolts off solo, chasing fights he shouldn’t find Swamp Donkey fumbles loot, but he’s right there by our side [Pre-Chorus – building guitar tension, rising vocal harmonies] Ten in a row’s the target, we’re chasing that streak high Level four backpack slung, Swamp Donkey’s ready to try We scan the horizon, eyes peeled for the next fight Foreskin grip’s the goal, we’re gonna get it right [Chorus – soaring guitar lead, explosive drum fill, full band crash] Pub G chicken train, rolling through the map Bush to bush we crawl, avoiding every trap Border Patrol’s cleaning house, Arrow’s off the track Swamp Donkey’s holding on, we’re never turning back [Verse 2 – bluesy guitar licks, shuffling drum rhythm] Hodge yells “I got a mini,” Swamp Donkey’s quick to ask “But what about your gun? You gonna let that task Fall to the rest of us, while you hide in the grass?” Hodge just grins and says, “Boy, you’re gonna see fast” [Pre-Chorus – tighter guitar strumming, urgent vocals] Ten short dinners in a row, we’re halfway to the mark Foreskin grip’s eluding us, but we’re leaving no dark Corner unturned, no bush left unparked We’re gonna claim that win, leave the rest in the lark [Chorus – amplified guitar, layered vocals, pounding drums] Pub G chicken train, rolling through the map Bush to bush we crawl, avoiding every trap Border Patrol’s cleaning house, Arrow’s off the track Swamp Donkey’s holding on, we’re never turning back [Interlude – blistering guitar solo, wailing harmonica, thumping bass] (Instrumental Solo) [Verse 3 – stripped-back acoustic guitar, soft drum shuffle] We hear a va-jicle coming, hit the dirt real quick Hodge prone star-ing through stubble, checking every trick Swamp Donkey’s hiding deep, face down in the bush Arrow’s off chasing shots, acting way too rush [Pre-Chorus – building back to full band, rising vocal intensity] Long game dinner’s calling, gets the blood flowing right We’re gonna lock that foreskin grip, end this night Ten in a row’s so close, we can taste the light Swamp Donkey’s right with us, gonna win this fight [Chorus – maximum volume, guitar feedback, explosive drums] Pub G chicken train, rolling through the map Bush to bush we crawl, avoiding every trap Border Patrol’s cleaning house, Arrow’s off the track Swamp Donkey’s holding on, we’re never turning back [Bridge – slow, bluesy guitar, raw vocal delivery] Level four backpack’s scuffed, but it’s got all our gear Foreskin grip’s almost ours, we can feel it near Hodge’s mini’s locked and loaded, Border Patrol’s in the clear Arrow’s finally back with us, we’re gonna end this year [Final Chorus – full band, gang vocals, guitar hero lead] Pub G chicken train, rolling through the map Bush to bush we crawl, avoiding every trap Border Patrol’s cleaning house, Arrow’s off the track Swamp Donkey’s holding on, we’re never turning back [Outro – fading guitar riff, soft drum tap, final harmonica wail] Ten in a row’s complete, we raise our virtual cups Foreskin grip’s in hand, we’re the pub G toughs