Write me a classic rock song about getting chicken

[Intro – distorted guitar riff, foot-stomping drum beat] (Instrumental Solo) [Verse 1 – crunchy rhythm guitar, steady bassline] Hodge barks the landing spot, we dive into the fray Border Patrol’s already locking on a prey Arrow bolts off alone, chasing a fight he can’t win Swamp Donkey fumbles his gear, but he’s still in [Pre-Chorus – building guitar tension, snare roll] Ten short dinners in a row, that’s the goal we’re chasing Every match a new chance, no time for wasting We’re scouring every corner, looking for that one trick Trying to nail the perfect, elusive foreskin grip [Chorus 1 – soaring lead guitar, full band crash] Ten dinners deep, we’re chasing that streak Swamp Donkey’s our level four backpack, weak but unique We hit the dirt when we hear a va-jicle roll Dive for the nearest bush, make the ground our home [Interlude – bluesy guitar solo, gritty slide licks] (Instrumental Solo) [Verse 2 – punchy guitar chords, tight drum fills] Hodge’s eyes glued to the screen, prone star-ing through stubble Says he’s got a mini, we’re all in a muddle Swamp Donkey pipes up, voice full of doubt “But what about your gun? You gonna fight without?” [Pre-Chorus 2 – rising guitar melody, layered vocals] Ten short dinners in a row, we’re clinging to the pace Border Patrol drops three foes, puts a smile on our face Arrow’s stuck in a fight, yelling for backup again Swamp Donkey trips over a rock, but he’s still our friend [Chorus 2 – amplified guitar, harmonized vocals] Ten dinners deep, we’re chasing that streak Swamp Donkey’s our level four backpack, weak but unique We hit the dirt when we hear a va-jicle roll Dive for the nearest bush, make the ground our home [Bridge – stripped-back acoustic guitar, raw vocal delivery] A long game dinner hits different, gets the blood flowing right We high-five through the screen, forget about the night Hodge calls a new play, we’re moving to the zone Swamp Donkey finds a med kit, finally gets it done [Solo – blistering electric guitar, whammy bar wails] (Instrumental Solo) [Final Chorus – full band, maximum intensity] Ten dinners deep, we’re gonna make that streak Swamp Donkey’s our level four backpack, weak but unique We hit the dirt when we hear a va-jicle roll Dive for the nearest bush, make the ground our home [Outro – fading guitar riff, final drum crash] Ten dinners down, we’re ready for more This crew’s unstoppable, we’re walking through the door