Intro :
Our lit tle army boy
Is comi ng home from b.f.p.o.
Ive a b unch of purple flowers
To deco rate a mammys hero.
Mournin g in the aero drome,
The wea ther warmer, he is colder.
Four me n in uniform
To carr y home my little soldier.
What could he do ?
Should have been a rock star.
But he didnt h ave the money for a guitar
What could he do ?
Should have been a politician.
But he never h ad a proper education.
What could he do ?
Should have been a father.
But he never e ven made it to his twenties.
What a waste --
Army d reamers.
Ooh, wha t a waste of
Army d reamers .
Tears oer a tin box.
Oh, jesus christ, he wasnt to know,
Like a chicken with a fox,
He couldnt win the war with ego.
Give the kid the pick of pips,
And give him all your stripes and ribbons.
Now hes sitting in his hole,
He might as well have buttons and bows.