There was a plane from Propwash, in the blackest nights he flew,
Defending the defenseless, it's to him I sing this tune.
With his cannons of justice, he struck down every foe,
Safety for our families, it's this to him we owe.

Jolly Wrench, Jolly Wrench,
The plane from Propwash was the Jolly Wrench.

He fought the vilest villains, too numerous to count,
Rendering his verdict with fifty caliber rounds.
While diving from the night sky, his scalloped flaps would show.
Those who broke the law deserve the gun strafes he would throw.

Jolly Wrench, Jolly Wrench,
The plane from Propwash, was the Jolly Wrench.

But beneath the paint was just a guy, same as you and me,
His true face he could never share, a secret identity.
But why endure this lone crusade, fight a fight you just can't win?
If asked the Wrench would tell you; "Someone's gotta stand up to all this sin..."

Jolly Wrench, Jolly Wrench!
The plane from Propwash was the Jolly Wrench!

Jolly Wrench, Jolly Wrench!
The plane from Propwash was the Jolly Wrench!

The plane from Propwash was the Jolly Wrench!