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(Tune of "Glory, Glory, Hallelujah")
He was just a rookie trooper, And he surely shook from
fright As he checked all his equipment, And made sure
his pack was tight He had to sit and listen to those awful engines
roar, You ain't gonna jump no more.
"Is everyone happy?", cried the sergeant, looking up, Our
Hero feebly answered "Yes," and then they stood him up, He leaped
right out into the blast, his static line unhooked, HE AIN'T GONNA
JUMP NO MORE!
CHORUS: GORY, GORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO
DIE GORY, GORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE
GORY, GORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE HE AIN'T
GONNA JUMP NO MORE!
He counted long, he counted loud, he waited for the shock, He
felt the wind, he felt the clouds, he felt the awful drop, He
jerked his cord, the silk spilled out and wrapped around his legs.
HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE! (CHORUS)
The risers wrapped around his neck, connectors cracked his dome
The lines were snarled and tied in knots, around his skinny bones,
The canopy became his shroud, he hurtled to the ground, HE
AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE! (CHORUS)
The days he's lived and loved and laughed kept running through his
mind, He thought about the girl back home, the one he'd left
behind, He thought about the medics and wondered what they'd
find, HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE! (CHORUS)
The ambulance was on the spot, the jeeps were running wild,
The medics jumped and screamed with glee, they rolled thier sleeves and
smiled For it had been a week or more since last a 'Chute had
failed. HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE! (CHORUS)
He hit the ground, the sound was "SPLAT", his blood went spurting
high His comrades then were heard to say, "A Helluva way to
die." He lay there rolling 'round in the welter of his gore.
HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE! (CHORUS)
There was blood upon the risers, there were brains upon the 'Chute
Intestines were a'dangling from his Paratrooper's boots,
They picked him, still in his 'Chute and poured him from his boots.
HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE! (CHORUS)
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