Dos Gringos
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Has anybody seen my wingman?
I'm sure he's in a hell of a fix
I scanned all through the skies
But I needn't use my eyes
'Cause that fucker only flies at my dead six
So him, him, fuck him, what a way to go
But at least he's not jammin' up the fuckin' radio
Is he blind or did he split?
I don't give a fuckin' shit
It's all the more glory for me