Falling soldiers from the sky
Fighting men who jump and die
Wore their helmets, wore their boots
But they forgot their parachutes

Chicken wings upon their chest
Two plus two? Can't pass the test
One hundred men enlist today
But only three will not run away

Trained to jump upon command
Six foot hole, the spot they land
Where they hit is where they'll stay
We'll mark it with a floral bouquet

Potted plants upon their grave
Tried my best, but I could not save
They sure had courage, they had style
And all the smarts of a Gomer Pyle

Back at base the generals wait
Their regiment, a gruesome fate
Screw-up left them all alone
Maybe now, they'll use my clones

Put test-tube soldiers in your ranks
Shooting your guns and driving your tanks
My custom troops will save the day
Satisfied, or you do not pay