[tune of "Beautiful Dreamer"]
Beautiful streamer, open for me,
Blue skies above me and no canopy;
Counted nine thousands, counted too long,
Reached for the ripcord, the damn thing was gone!
Beautiful streamer, why must it be?
White silk above me is what I should see,
Just like my mother that looks over me;
To hell with the ripcord, 'twas not made for me.
Beautiful streamer, follow me down,
Time is elapsing and here comes the ground;
Six hundred feet and then I can tell,
If I'll go to heaven or end up in hell.
Beautiful streamer, this is the end,
Gabriel is blowing, my body won't mend;
All you jump happy son's-of-a-gun,
Take this last warning as jumping's no fun.