Campfire Songs
Run by the Retired Scouter.

Retired Scouter Campfire Songs 


Paratrooper Song


[Note: These are the original words. Appropriate
substitutions should be made for scouting.]

"Is everybody happy", cried the Sargeant looking up.
Our hero, feebly answered "Yes!", and then they stood him
up.
He jumped right out the open door, his static line forgot,
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 loud, he counted long, 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, but 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, as he hurtled to his death.
He ain't gonna jump no more.

Chorus

The days he lived, and loved and laughed, kept running
through his mind,
He thought about the girl back home, the one he left behind.
He thought about the medics and he wondered what they'd
find.
He ain't gonna jump no more.

Chorus

The ambulances were on the spot, the jeeps were running
wild.
The medics jumped and screamed with glee. They rolled their
sleaves 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 was brains upon the
chute.
Intestines were a dangling from the paratroopers boots.
They picked him up, still in his chute and poured him from
his boots.
He ain't gonna jump no more.
Chorus
-The End-