The 624 Squadron Song from North Africa

words written in the bar at Blida by F/O (Jimmy) Driscoll

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             Every night,                                    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)   

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