For a hobby, unique
Out to the airport, they drive
They just can't wait to arrive
The thrill's so grand..
A high fantasy, the perfect perversion
Is this sexcursion
In Kinkyland..

See those pink dots fallin' from the sky
Too far away to make out details with your eye
An initiation, bet'cha bub..
In The Rootin' Tootin' Parachutin' Mile High Club

They are Adam, Eve'n up above
It elevates that old expression, "Fall In Love"
Gotta' be athletic, not a dub..
For The Rootin' Tootin' Parachutin' Mile High Club

Here she comes,
Wah-oo, wah-oo, oo-oo
Hey Jim ya' better light their "Cigs"
Wah-oo, wah-oo, wah-oo-oo-oo
They're gonna' wanna' smoke when they unhook their rigs

They just may do encores, who can tell
It sure looks like a passion glide that's super swell
All the way from cloud nine, what a rub!
It's The Rootin' Tootin' Parachutin' Mile High Club

Here he comes,
Wah-oo, wah-oo, oo-oo
Say Jim, ya' gotta' light those "Cigs"
Wah-oo, wah-oo, wah-oo-oo-oo
They'll really need a smoke when they release those rigs

And they could do encores, who can tell
A second crazy passion ride for guy and gal
Later, members hang out at the pub..
It's The Rootin Tootin' Parachutin' Mile High Club

Yeah, The Rootin' Tootin' Parachutin' Mile High Club