Paul McCartney founded Wings,
and went downhill from there,
All but one album they made,
Let the buyer beware.
You could hear the fans moaning:
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

Their best set was Band On The Run,
Live and Let Die and Jet
Made the critics declare that they
had a future yet.

And the fans were moaning
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

They had proved the critics wrong,
The music loving folk,
they tried to go back to the egg
Face was full of yolk.

And the fans were moaning
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

James Paul Mac went to Japan
and brought his secret stash
Customs put his butt in jail
and threw away his hash

And the fans were moaning
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
(All the fans moaning)
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no