Lyrics
Our little army boy
Is coming home from B.F.P.O
I've a bunch of purple flowers
To decorate, my daddy's hero
Mourning in the aerodrome
The weather warmer, he is colder
Four men in uniform
To carry home my little soldier
(What should he do? Could have been a rock star)
But he didn't have the money for a guitar
(What should he do? Could have been a politician)
But he never had a proper education
(What should he do? Could have been a father)
But he never even made it to his twenties
What a waste, army dreamers
Oh, what a bloody waste of army dreamers
Tears over a tin box
Oh, Jesus Christ, he wasn't to know
Like a chicken with a fox
He couldn't win his war with ego
Give the kid the pick of pips
And give him all your stripes and ribbons
Now he's lying in his hole
He might as well have buttons and bows
(What should he do? Could have been a rock star)
But he didn't have the money for a guitar
(What should he do? Could have been a politician)
But he never had a proper education
(What should he do? Could have been a father)
But he never even made it to his twenties
What a waste, army dreamers
Oh, what a bloody waste of army dreamers
(What should he do? Could have been a rock star)
But he didn't have the money for a guitar
(He could have been a politician)
But he never had a proper education
(What should he do? Could have been a father)
But he never even made it to his twenties
What a waste, army dreamers
Army dreamers
(Army dreamers)
(Army dreamers)
(Army dreamers)