Write me a classic rock song about getting chicken

[Intro – crunchy distorted guitar riff, foot-stomping drum beat] (Instrumental Solo) [Verse 1 – twangy rhythm guitar, steady bass line] Hodge barks the landing spot, we hit the ground running Border Patrol’s already gunning, enemies are stumbling Arrow bolts off alone, chasing a fight he shouldn’t find Swamp Donkey’s tripping over his own two feet, trying to keep up this time [Pre-Chorus – building guitar tension, rising cymbals] We’re chasing ten in a row, no room for a fall Level four backpack slung on Swamp Donkey’s back, he’s giving his all Scanning every corner, searching high and low Looking for that foreskin grip to make our chances grow [Chorus – full band blast, catchy sing-along melody] Ten dinners in a row, we’re gonna make it stick Hodge calls the shots, we’re quick on the trigger click Border Patrol’s cleaning house, Arrow’s off on his own Swamp Donkey’s trying hard, we’re never gonna fold [Verse 2 – bluesy guitar licks, snappy snare hits] Hodge yells “I got a mini,” we all turn to look Swamp Donkey pipes up, “But what about your gun, man? You gonna get took?” A va-jicle rumbles near, we dive for cover fast Pressing into the dirt, hoping it’ll pass [Pre-Chorus – building guitar tension, rising cymbals] We’re chasing ten in a row, no room for a fall Level four backpack slung on Swamp Donkey’s back, he’s giving his all Scanning every corner, searching high and low Looking for that foreskin grip to make our chances grow [Chorus – full band blast, layered vocals] Ten dinners in a row, we’re gonna make it stick Hodge calls the shots, we’re quick on the trigger click Border Patrol’s cleaning house, Arrow’s off on his own Swamp Donkey’s trying hard, we’re never gonna fold [Bridge – slow, bluesy guitar solo, sparse drums] Hodge’s prone star-ing through stubble, eyes locked on the tree line We’re all face deep in a bush, waiting for the right time Long game dinner’s what we crave, gets the blood flowing right We’ll keep on fighting till we’re sitting pretty, ten dinners in sight [Solo – screaming distorted guitar, wailing bends] (Instrumental Solo) [Chorus – maximum energy, gang vocals on the final line] Ten dinners in a row, we’re gonna make it stick Hodge calls the shots, we’re quick on the trigger click Border Patrol’s cleaning house, Arrow’s off on his own Swamp Donkey’s trying hard, we’re never gonna fold [Outro – fading guitar riff, final drum crash] Ten dinners in a row, we’re gonna win this fight Our crew’s unstoppable, day or night