Story Behind the Song
Every military squadron dreads a visit from the "Wing." These are the teams who arrive to inspect how smoothly things are running. Usually, they are on a mandate to find things that are "wrong." The rest is pure havoc...
Lyrics
Well, you think you've got a squadron that's pretty much squared away.
Yeah, you'd stack it up against any squadron, in the USA...
Well, you're paperwork is flawless, and your quals are all up to date.
You've got all the bases covered, uh-huh, ain't that great. Then we call you on the phone, and surprise! We hit you with an ADMAT, right between the eyes.
Cause we're the No Qual, Take Away Your Alpha Status, Heavies... from the Wing.
We show up on a Monday and tear your squadron spaces apart...
We mark up all your paperwork with our red pencils... don't it break your heart?
Everything we see here is all wrong... oh, what a treat!
We're gonna make an example out of you, in front of the whole damn fleet...
Then we stir up all your sailors with hate and discontent...
We know it's a thankless job, but it's the one on which we're sent...
We're the No Qual, Take Away Your Alpha Status, Heavies... from the Wing.
We can't understand why nobody wants to be our pal.
We cancelled all your cross-country flights... but we did it, in the name of morale.
Well, you had to take it personal, when we relieved your CO...
But it's just standard procedure, and we've got to have some fun, you know.
And now it's time to leave you, we really hate to go;
But there's another squadron waiting, with a terrified CO.
We'll be back real soon, only time will tell.
Because we love to do our job, and we really do it well.
We're the No Qual, Take Away Your Alpha Status, Heavies... from the Wing.
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