作曲 : Chris Kurek, Robert Raymond
Oh, we're the wingmen
And it's nice to meet you too
We're just gonna stand here
'Til you tell us what to do

We're the wingmen
And we ain't got much to say
And if we did, you know that we
Would **** it up anyway

We're the wingmen
And we haven't got a clue
So if you're not a wingman
Then to hell with you!

Knock, knock
(Who's there?)
2 wide
(2 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 keepin' 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 wingman
Then to hell with you!

Knock, knock
(Who's there?)
2 huge
(2 huge who?)
2, you just got the lead on the right

Oh, we're the tac lead...
And we don't ... ah, **** it! Fox three!

Oh, we're the wingmen
And you know we never miss
We just shot our flight lead down
And now he's ****in' 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 wingman
Then to hell with you!

Knock, knock
(Who's there?)
Stu
(Stu who?)
(Stupid American. Tell us everything you know)
Everything?
(Yes, everything)
All right...

Oh, 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 a power
But ignorance is bliss

We're the wingmen
And we haven't got a clue
So if you're not a wingman
Then to hell with you!