Write me a classic rock song about getting chicken

[Intro – distorted guitar riff, pounding snare] (Instrumental Solo) [Verse 1 – crunchy rhythm guitar, steady bassline] Hodge barks the landing spot, we dive into the fray Ten dinners in a row, that’s the goal we chase all day Border Patrol locks on, foes drop before they know Arrow bolts off alone, where he shouldn’t go [Pre-Chorus – rising guitar melody, building tension] We’re scanning every corner, eyes peeled for the next fight Swamp Donkey’s right behind us, holding on with all his might A level four backpack, he’s loaded down with gear We laugh but we’ve got his back, through every fear [Chorus – soaring guitar lead, full drum crash] Chicken dinners, pub G nights, with my crew right by my side Foreskin grip we’re searching for, to turn the tide Bush to bush we crawl along, face deep in the green Ten in a row, we’ll make the scene [Verse 2 – bluesy guitar licks, tight drum groove] Hodge says he’s got a mini, Swamp Donkey pipes up fast “But what about your gun, man? You gonna shoot with that?” Border Patrol takes three out, before they even blink Arrow’s off in the distance, starting fights he can’t think [Pre-Chorus – layered guitar, intensifying beat] We hit the dirt when we hear that va-jicle roll by Hodge prone star-ing through stubble, planning our next try Swamp Donkey trips over a rock, but he’s back on his feet We’re all in this together, complete [Chorus – amplified guitar, gang vocals on the hook] Chicken dinners, pub G nights, with my crew right by my side Foreskin grip we’re searching for, to turn the tide Bush to bush we crawl along, face deep in the green Ten in a row, we’ll make the scene [Solo – screaming blues guitar, wailing bends, driving rhythm] (Instrumental Solo) [Bridge – stripped-back acoustic guitar, soft vocals] Long game dinner tastes so sweet, gets the blood flowing right We’ve got nine in a row, just one more to win this fight Swamp Donkey’s got our backs, even when he messes up This crew’s unbreakable, we’re never giving up [Final Chorus – full band, maximum intensity, extended guitar riff] Chicken dinners, pub G nights, with my crew right by my side Foreskin grip we finally found, to turn the tide Bush to bush we crawl along, face deep in the green Ten in a row, we made the scene [Outro – fading guitar, final drum hit] Ten dinners down, we cheer and shout Another pub G night, we’ve worked it out