C-130 rolling down the strip,

PJ daddy going to take a little trip;

Mission top secret, destination unknown,

don't even know if I'll ever make it home;

Stand up, hook up, shuffle to the door,

Jump right out and count to four,'

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;

Tell my mama I done my best,

And bury me in the leaning rest