Is everybody happy, cried the Sergeant 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 Heckuva Way to Die!

Gory, gory, what a Heckuva Way to Die!

Gory, gory, what a Heckuva 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
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 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)