Beautiful streamer, open for me, Blue skies above me and no canopy; Counted nine thousands, counted too long, Reached for the rip cord, 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 rip cord, '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.