Jumped from a Boeing o'er the Great Northwest
Lots of cash tightly strapped to his chest
Dark of the night, parachuted on down
Hi-jacked that plane, and he was never found,
DB, DB Cooper, where could old DB be?

They took off from Portland on Thanksgiving Eve
One-way ticket bought, for Seattle'd leave
He carried an attache' - sat in the rear
Smoked a cigarette and - ordered a beer
DB, DB Cooper, he spawned a mystery

To the stewardess, passed a note, real calm
It said, "In this briefcase, I have a bomb,
Need parachutes and two hundred grand,
Or this plane will blow up, please understand"
DB, DB Cooper, as cool as an ice cube, he

They'd land in Seattle for his mega pay
All demands the Feds would meet, that fateful day
Ten thousand "Andrews" filled his case, and then
He ordered a drink, and they took off again
DB, DB Cooper, wearin' black shades, he'd be
(deepened, the mystery)

Miles from nowhere, old DB took his dive
The wilds of night, could he survive?
Well a friend of his cousin's friend said, yes
Lit safe in a treetop, he was truly blessed
DB, DB Cooper, bent down and kissed his rear..

Unstrapped his moola, went to Hollywood
Blew it all on broads, but enjoyed it good
He became a stuntman, was in, "Men In Black"
Then he kicked the bucket, won't be comin' back
DB, DB Cooper - pulled off the perfect crime..
Mystery solved in rhyme..