The Wingmen

We're the wingmen, and it's nice to meet you too
We're just gonna stand here till you tell us what to do
We're the wingmen and we aint got much to say
And if we did you know that we would fuck it up anyway
We're the wingmen and we haven't got a clue
So if you're not a wingmen than to hell with you

Knock, Knock
Who's there?
Too wide
Too wide who?
2, why'd you let us fly into Saudi today

'Cause we're the wingmen and we bear all the shame
When flight lead screws the pooch, you can guess who takes the blame
We're the wingmen and we're tired of keeping sight
We could do just fine without that asshole on the right
We're the wingmen and we think we have a clue
So if you're not a wingmen than to hell with you

Knock Knock
Who's there?
Too Huge
Too huge who?
2, You just got the lead on the left

Uh, we're the tac lead, and we don't, uh, aw fuck it, fox 3!
We're the wingmen and you know we never miss
We just shot our flight lead down and now he's fucking pissed
We're the wingmen and we hate to be alone
Without someone to follow we would never make it home
We're the wingmen and we haven't got a clue so if you're not a wingmen than to hell with you

Knock Knock
Who's there?
Stu
Stu who?
Stupid American tell us everything you know
Everything?
Everything
All right
We're the wingmen and we don't know a thing
If we were to think they'd have our asses in a sling
We're the wingmen, there's no better life than this
'Cause knowledge is the power but ignorance is bliss
We're the wingmen and we haven't got a clue
So if you're not a wingmen than to hell with you!



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Writer(s): Robert Timothy Raymond, Chris Edward Kurek
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