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VERSE 1
"Is everybody happy! "
Said the Sergeant, looking up.
Our hero feebly answered "Yes”
And then they hooked him up.
He jumped into the slipstream,
And he twisted twenty times,
And he ain’t going to jump no more.
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CHORUS
Glory, glory, what a hell of a way to die.
Glory, glory, what a hell of a way to die.
Glory, glory, what a hell of a way to die.
And he ain’t going to jump no more.
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VERSE 2
He counted loud, he counted long,
And waited for the shock.
He felt the wind, he felt the air,
He felt the awful drop.
He pulled the lines, the silk came down,
And wrapped around his legs,
And he ain’t going to jump no more.
CHORUS
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VERSE 3
The days he lived, and loved, and laughed,
Kept running through his mind.
He thought about the medicos,
And wondered what they’d find.
He thought about the girl back home,
The one he left behind,
And he ain’t going to jump no more.
CHORUS
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VERSE 4
The lines all wrapped around his neck,
The “D “ rings broke his dome,
The lift webs wrapped themselves in knots
Around each skinny bone,
The canopv became his shroud
As he hurtled to the ground’, (QUIET!)
And he ain’t going to jump no more.
CHORUS
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VERSE 5
The ambulance was on the spot,
The jeeps were running wild,
The medicos they clapped their hands
And rolled their sleeves and smiled,
It had been a week or so
Since that a chute had failed,
And he ain’t going to jump no more.
CHORUS
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VERSE 6
He hit the ground, the sound was ‘splat,”
The blood went spurting high,
His pals were heard to say
"Oh what a pretty way to die,"
They rolled him up still in his chute,
And poured him from his boots,
And he ain’t going to jump no more.
CHORUS
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VERSE 7
There was blood upon the lift webs,
There was blood upon his chute,
Blood that came a’trickling
From the paratrooper’s boots,
And there he lay like jelly,
In the welter of his gore,
And he ain’t going to jump no more,
CHORUS
R.I.P.
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