RAF 624 (Special Duties ) Squadron

 

 

 

 

Wing Commander Stanbury,

Wally" Fairy,too,

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

Every day 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)  

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

(to the tune of "Lilli Marlene")

Songs & Poems

The 624 Squadron Song from North Africa