Is everybody happy said the sergeant looking up
The para boldly answered yes and then they hooked him up
He jumped into the slipstream and he twisted 20 times
And he aint gonna jump no more

Glory glory

The rigging lines wrapped around his neck, the D rings cracked his dome
The liftwebs tied themselves in knots around each skinny bone
His canopy became his shroud, he hurtled to the ground
And he aint

The ambulance was on the spot the jeeps went running wild
The medics they all clapped their hands, rolled up their sleeves and smiled
For it had been a week or more since the last chute had failed
And

He hit the ground, the sound was splat, the blood went spurting high
His friends were sadly heard to say, Lord what a way to die
They wrapped him up all in his chute, and poured him from his boots
And...