Wing Commander Stanbury,
Since we've been at Blida
We've been chased around by you.
The Met man's a failure,
Flying Control's a farce,
You can stick your "Stirling" aircraft
Right up your blinkin' **** (repeat).
The "Halifax" is the Squadron kite
We fly them all the time
But it's "Wimpys" that we write off
Two or three at a time,
We can prang our "Hally's" everyday,
But somebody has fixed it,
There's "Wimpys" in the way. (rpt)
F/Lt. Garnet, S/Ldr. Mawer
Everyday in every way
They Bitch and bind us more,
The first one is a "black troop"
The second is a bore,
We've heard about his every "Op"
Right up to his third tour. (rpt)
Squadron Leader Welshan,
He's done his seventh jump,
Renowned for"Wacko"-fourteen days,
"Get out you silly chump!"
Then we have the Adjutant,
A ground type loyal and true,
But he wears Aircrew spectacles!
And thumbs his nose at you. (rpt)
The bloke that tends our engines,
His name is "Dinger" Bell,
He's supposed to nurse the Merlins,
He sometimes does it well,
He waits 'till we're airborne
Then jumps into his camp kit
And say's " **** Jack,I'm alright"(rpt)
An electrical type is Charlie,
A funny little man,
He drives around the airfield
In a clapped out German "can"
He talks in volts and kilowatts,
And when he's finished doing that
He tears up water mains. (rpt)
There's the Radar Expert
His name is "Timber" Wood
He wants to wear a brevy
If only the blighter could
He's got six operations
And forty hours, too
We're trying to find a place for him
In a kiss-poor clapped out crew (rpt)
Now we have Hudson
Just for the "elite"
Only Flight Commanders
Enjoy this wizzard treat
Once we had a "Mozzie"
It really was a shame
The "Winco" took it to Maison "B"
And it never came back again (rpt)
Re the "Stirling" aircraft
If you're less than five feet six
We have a special course for you
In acrobatic tricks
Bags and bags of cushions
Yards and yards of string
But it don't mean a thing
When you get a starboard swing (rpt)
Oh, back from operations
Its Bill Archer that we meet
He gives us all a cigarette
And offers us a seat
We say we saw the parachutes
Around the centre light
He grabs his pen,takes down the "gen"
Says"I hope to Christ you're right"(rpt)
Then there are the "Brown" types
They're down at ISSU (6)
They don't seem to like us much
'Cos we're up to all their tricks
They really won't believe
Our most spectacular feat
Airspeed down to ninety-five
And drop at Jack-all feet. (rpt)
Then we have the F.A.N.Y.S.
We're told their blood is blue,
Some are operational,
Some are just "too-too"!!
This may be false or it may be true,
But I'd rather have 3 or 4 of them,
Than spend the night with you (rpt)