No Parachute - April March

She wears an urban turban

Her altimeter is gold

And when she kisses your lips

She makes you hungry and bold

She hangs around Quantico

She always gasses her own

But just you watch out below

Her jungle swamps are at toes

She’s gonna drop you

It’ll be cute

No parachute

The boys are wet on the field

She’s got a slicker for you

Have you a dental record?

When your remains need a clue

She’s gonna drop you

It’ll be cute

No parachute

She’s got you in a harness

But not the practical kind

A parachute and ripcord

She’s not inclined to provide

What does this bird mean to you

It’s time for you to decide

You’re not attached by a string

You really must realize

She’s gonna drop you

It’ll be cute

No parachute

She’s gonna drop you

It’ll be cute

No parachute

She’s gonna drop you

It’ll be cute

No parachute

She’s gonna drop you

It’ll be cute

No parachute