C-130 rolling down the strip,
Airborne daddy's gonna take a little trip.
Mission uncertain, destination unknown,-mission top secret sounds better
Don't even know if we're ever coming home.
Stand-up, Hook-up, shuffle to the door,
Jump right out and count to four.
Slip to the left and slip to the right
Slip on down to a firefight.
Hit the drop zone with my feet apart
Legs in my stomach and feet in my heart.
And if my main don't open wide,
I've got a reserve by my side.
And if that one should fail me too,
Look out below, I'm coming through.
And if I die in the old drop zone,
Box me up and ship me home.
And if I die in the Korean mud-later amended to desert shit
Bury me with a case of Bud
Bury speakers all around my head
So I can rock with the Grateful Dead-something more modern
Bury speakers all around my toes
So I can rock with Axel Rose
Pin my medals upon my chest,
And bury me in the leaning rest.