"Blood On The Risers".
     ( 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 was just a rookie and he surely shook with fright;
He checked all his equipment, 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 everybody happy" cried the sergeant looking up.
Our hero feebly answered "yes" and then they stood him up;
He jumped into the icy blast his static line unhooked,

AND 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 cold, he felt that awful drop,
The silk from his reserve spilled out and wrapped around his legs

AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE.

The risers swung around his neck, connectors cracked his dome,
Suspension lines were tied in knots around his skinny bones;
The canopy became his shroud; he hurtled to the ground.

AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE.

The days he lived, loved and laughed kept running through his mind,
He thought about the girl back home, the one he'd left behind,
He thought about about the medics and wondered what they'd find,

AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE.

The ambulance was on the spot the jeeps were running wild,
The medics jumped and shouted and scream with glee
rolled up their sleeves and smiled>
For it had been a week or more since last a chute had failed,

AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE.

He hit the ground the sound was "splatt," blood went spurting high,
His comrades was heard to say a "helluve way to die!"
He lay there rolling in the welter of his gore,

AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE.

There was blood on the risers, there was brains upon the chute,
His intestines were  a' dangling from his Paratrooper suit
He was a mess; they picked him up and poured him from his boots,

AND 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 was just a rookie and he surely shook with fright;
He checked all his equipment, made sure his pack was tight;
He had to sit and listen to those awful engines roar;
"YOU AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE"

( CHORUS )

"Is everybody happy" cried the sergeant looking up.
Our hero feebly answered "yes" and then they stood him up;
He jumped into the icy blast his static line unhooked,
AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE.

( CHORUS )

He counted long, he counted loud, he waited for the shock,
He felt the wind he felt the cold, he felt that awful drop,
The silk from his reserve spilled out and wrapped around his legs AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE.

( CHORUS )

The risers swung around his neck, connectors cracked his dome,
Suspension lines were tied in knots around his skinny bones;
The canopy became his shroud; he hurtled to the ground.
AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE.

( CHORUS )

The days he'd lived, loved and laughed kept running through his mind,
He thought about the girl back home, the one he'd left behind,
He thought about about the medics and wondered what they'd find,
AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE.

( CHORUS )

The ambulance was on the spot the jeeps were running wild,
The medics jumped and shouted and scream with glee
rolled up their sleeves and smiled
For it had been a week or more since last a chute had failed,
AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE.

( CHORUS )

He hit the ground the sound was "splatt," blood went spurting high,
His comrades was heard to say a "helluve way to die!"
He lay there rolling in the welter of his gore,
AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE.

( CHORUS )

There was blood on the risers, there was brains upon the chute,
His intestines were  a' dangling from his Paratrooper suit
He was a mess; they picked him up and poured him from his boots,
AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE.

( CHORUS )

We are the men in chutes,
Tought men in jumping boots,
Jumping down to victory--

GERONIMO !!

Oh, it used to be the infantry
Did nothing but march all day:
These dusty guys, with mud in their eyes
Went slogging along their way.
But times have changed ,
And now we range
The sea and the sky of blue;
We fly a bit and then we hit
The silk of a parachute, OH--
(chorus)
Airborne we fly the sky,
Paratroopers, do or die.
Ski troops like the wind we go--
We're sons of guns, we're sons of guns,
We wont take " no " for an answer.
Can't stop those paratroops
Hurtling down into the fray.
Oh it's not the way it used to be--
A bigger and better Infantry
Comes in by air today !!