(To the tune of John Brown’s Body)
He jumped without a parachute from twenty thousand feet
He jumped without a parachute from twenty thousand feet
He jumped without a parachute from twenty thousand feet
And he ain’t gonna jump no more
CHORUS:
Glory glory what a hell of a way to die
Glory glory what a hell of a way to die
Glory glory what a hell of a way to die
And he ain’t gonna hump no more
He landed on the pavement like a lump of strawberry jam
He landed on the pavement like a lump of strawberry jam
He landed on the pavement like a lump of strawberry jam
And he ain’t gonna jump no more
Chorus
They put him in a match box and they sent him home to mum
They put him in a match box and they sent him home to mum
They put him in a match box and they sent him home to mum
And he ain’t gonna jump no more
Chorus
She put him on the mantel piece for everyone to see
She put him on the mantel piece for everyone to see
She put him on the mantel piece for everyone to see
And he ain’t gonna jump no more
Chorus
She put him on the table when the Vicar came to tea
She put him on the table when the Vicar came to tea
She put him on the table when the Vicar came to tea
And he ain’t gonna jump no more
Chorus
The Vicar spread him on some toast and said what lovely jam
The Vicar spread him on some toast and said what lovely jam
The Vicar spread him on some toast and said what lovely jam
And he ain’t gonna jump no more
Glory glory what a hell of a way to die
Suspended by your braces when you don’t know how to fly
Glory glory what a hell of a way to die
And he ain’t gonna jump no more